[Unlike the last station, Felix at least comes back to the ship almost every night. By the time the shuffle arrives, he's not drinking quite as much as when the month started, but it still stands to serve as a something to help occupy his time on an otherwise rather uninteresting waystation - at least to him. Novelty wears itself thin.
He's still around in the mornings and evenings, however, usually coming and going from his room, where he lingers some nights over a set of hand-drawn papers, his face knitted into an expression of intense concentration and mumbling to himself under his breath.]
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He's still around in the mornings and evenings, however, usually coming and going from his room, where he lingers some nights over a set of hand-drawn papers, his face knitted into an expression of intense concentration and mumbling to himself under his breath.]