[Jake was accurate to assume the limp handshake would annoy Felix. Not only was it a bad handshake, but the squishy texture of the dog's flesh grossed out the mercenary even through his armor. He felt like he needed to go wash his hands and he hardly ever cleaned his armor while he was still in it, even after wallowing through a battlefield of blood and guts like a perfectly normally Sunday afternoon walk in the park. He made a face as he stared at his hand briefly when the handshake ended, the expression hidden behind his helmet at least if not the hesitation on what to do with his hand now that it was free again.]

Yeah, I always did love Bob Hoskins's performance in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Now I get to feel that firsthand.

[How about them dreams come true, amirite? Felix held back a sigh as he let his hand drop back down to his side. He felt like he was about to be exactly that character dealing with this...dog nonsense.

His head snapped around to Finn instantly at the word "adopted" and beneath the helmet he winced again, a twitch of the lips that would have revealed teeth in a feral moment if he had been visible. For a moment he was silent. Then,]

Sorry to hear that. What happened to your parents? Your biological parents. They die or something?

[Casual, like it wasn't a sensitive topic or anything, like it didn't really matter. It mattered a Lot.]