[ Felix doesn't even realize Lorenz is there at first—he's passed out in an armchair by the fire, where he's spent most of the day distracting himself from his own restlessness by reading while he struggles through his own lunar side effects.
He can breathe through all of one nostril right now, and through it he smells... mud. Salt water? Most strongly, though, the scent of wet animal, which is strange enough to drag him from a stupor and make him open his eyes.
There's a big brown-and-violet smudge draped across the sofa opposite him that takes a moment to resolve while Felix's vision swims. They're... hooves. Hooves, and attached to them, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. Felix stares, for once in his life managing to look properly aghast. ]
Wildcard!
He can breathe through all of one nostril right now, and through it he smells... mud. Salt water? Most strongly, though, the scent of wet animal, which is strange enough to drag him from a stupor and make him open his eyes.
There's a big brown-and-violet smudge draped across the sofa opposite him that takes a moment to resolve while Felix's vision swims. They're... hooves. Hooves, and attached to them, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. Felix stares, for once in his life managing to look properly aghast. ]
What in—Lorenz?