[centre][h1][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200502/8a58ab15e9b594094eed99bd4fb41a88.png[/img][/h1][/centre]
[hr]

Felix awoke with a start, banging his head on the wall. Clutching his head, he swore to high heaven in gaelic. That motherfucking dream again. That blasted ship.

The worst part to Felix was he never remembered much of the dream, merely the swaying of the ship and the long nosed man. There were no clues, just glimpses. It was legitimately driving him round the bend as it was a challenge with no answer. The only conclusion he could come to was that the man on the ship was Mannan, and that his subconscious was telling him that his current path would lead on his ship to the underworld. Like he needed to be reminded of that, but he couldn't help himself from diving into challenges.

Looking at the clock, he sighed as it was half an hour before he was supposed to get up, though with the throbbing pain there was no point trying to get more rest. He staggered over to the bathroom, hissing like a cat as he showered. It wasn't that he hated showers, but they made his 'ears' even more poofy and cute. At least according to women who insisted on treating him like a cat. However, the cold water helped with his headache.

Drying off his hair, the two bangs immediately spiking back up, the puffy traitors. He pulled on his usual oufit, and grabbed a glass of milk and some toast from the pub kitchen. Odin didn't mind him taking stuff from there as long as he wasn't cheeky about it. Usually he'd cook up some eggs and either bacon or sausages, but he wasn't particularly in the mood today.

Finishing his light breakfast, he stretched before beginning his run towards the university. It was a great test of agility to weave through the crowds that populated London without losing speed. He preferred not to get close enough to... people... as they always seemed to be put off by him for some reason. Eh, one of life's great mysteries.