Of course he made light about the tasers. Typical K. 

He’d head from casual guard evesdropping that some of the more compliant prisoners were going to be granted more freedom in exchange for speciality skills or labour. Whilst he wasn’t especially skilled nor physically strong Felix had hoped that his complete lack of trouble making or escape attempts or even rudeness to the guards had made him a candidate. However yesterday he’d been disappointed when one of the friendlier guards informed him that he wasn’t on any list. Who needed a Phd wielding geography teacher when you wanted manual labour? Not for the first time since he’d been incarcerated he’d merely lay on his cot and cried. 

He was still feeling down and a twist of jealousy when Kjolmar’s suggestion made his stomach flip, the jealousy he’d felt at his only friend twisting into guilt. If K was serious he could actually do something with his life again, make a difference. Ok it was making slop but still… He’d finally meet his neighbour after many a daydream. 

Felix ignored K’s soap joke and got serious, [color=B0C4DE][b]“Are you kidding about the kitchen job? Because I was camp cook on expeditions so can hold my own, but I swear to god if you’re pulling my leg I will freeze your balls off. Literally.”[/b][/color] He couldn’t help but smile at the end and hoped his tone hadn’t given his facial expression away.