Licking the top of his hand before smoothing down one of his wrinkles on his forehead, he sighed. Sounded like there was a party going on down there in the lobby. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to make an appearance, considering the stuff they said about him. 

He wasn’t a man looking for fame nor glory, but they certainly made it out to seem that way. He just wanted people to see the idiots for what they were, idiots, and that the world would somehow embrace itself in a more logical way. Except he knew that wouldn’t happen. People were too interested in protecting their beliefs, they often tended to wear it like a suit of armor.

You weren’t just Joe who happens to be an editor. You were Joe the Editor and anyone who even criticized a single editor or editing style attacked you as a person. It was retarded. Why couldn’t people just accept criticism without it being against them? 

He slowly walked down to the lobby to see Devon. They were probably the only ones who had talked the most to each other. He didn’t know any of the others. Not by name anyway. There was some jittery looking Bullfinch hanging onto grocery bags. A Panther, but he thought he was so cool because he had this black fur that looked like leathery velvet or suede. And he didn’t want to assume, but a boy who looked like a girl. Or a girl who looked like a boy. 

Felix wasn’t necessarily the social type. People didn’t really have anything interesting to say and just reading the room the crowd felt stone cold awkward. A bunch of strangers just gathering in the lobby, trying to complete an actual conversation without really doing so. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to jump into the mess himself. He caught Devon’s eye, but didn’t say anything.

“So let me get this straight,” Felix mumbled overhearing parts of the conversation, “Two of you are locked out of your apartment? Devon you’re more than welcome to refuge at mine if the landlord hasn’t come back.” He was going to regret this, “And the bird. Just don’t, flap or whatever. Makes you look like prey.”