Yeah yeah, he'll leave the militaristic simplicity to you, Locus. Felix trots over and flops down on a couch after setting his drink next to his helmet on the coffee table. After kicking his feet up, he speaks again, "what the hell are you talking about?" His face scrunches up a bit as he considers Locus's response.

A moment later, it seems to dawn on him and his face lightens up. "You mean in ViViD? Damn, who the hell cares about that? It's just a game, no one can accuse me of anything besides poor sportsmanship." He leans forward a moment to pick his drink back up.

"And sit down already, you're making me feel awkward with the way you're just standing there."