[color=8dc73f]“Ah ha! Found it!”[/color] Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it.

[color=8dc73f]"Welp, here goes nothing," [/color] the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head. 

[color=8dc73f]“Oh…”[/color] Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why. 

[color=8dc73f]"Pssssst, Ferg!"[/color] He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. [color=8dc73f]“Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They’re clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo...” [/color]On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. [color=8dc73f] “...I got skittles.”[/color]