Wicked Jester
Suit Gangs Infamous Jester
Malum stared at the kid and began to wonder if there was something fundamentally wrong with the kid and sighed as he shook his head before beginning to walk away. "What is with you and sparring? Are you some kind battle manic or something?'Felix cackled, pointed teeth flashing in the light before he managed to restrain himself, trailing off into a faint giggle. He cleared his throat. Finally he answered, smile kept carefully absent. "I suppose I can try. I guess I just don't really know what to say, or how to meet people or whatever. Um. How'd you end up in the-- no, right, stop asking questions, you just got a bunch of hopefully minor head trauma." Felix ran one hand through his hair. "So, um, how's your... life? Do you-- no, you just got a bunch of injuries or whatever, you won't want to spar or anything."