[ so much for that levelled calm: not that wash can really judge him for it, he has problems with his own temper. he just listens to the shattering wood, setting the device down on the coffee table in front of him as locus' raised voice rings out.

he needs a smoke, or something. probably felix's influence. he listens quietly to the rest of locus' yelling as he gets up, dipping briefly into another room -- he knows precisely where felix stashes his cigarettes, and he's not going to hesitate about stealing one, lighting up as he circles back around to settle back into the couch. ]

No games, Locus. I just thought you already had it figured out.

[ but clearly, locus needs and wants to hear it, to know it, had come straight to him rather to hear his voice make it real, and maybe he'll round on felix later. a slight sigh, a roll of his shoulder in a puff of smoke. he's already cracked open a window, but he never liked it whenever felix insisted on smoking while lounging around instead of just going to the balcony. the smell hangs around the furniture. ah well. ]

I've been Felix's contracted Dominant for over a year.