The Knitting Man
As the doors of the building closed behind the two, Feliks whipped around to face Roderich.
“Excuse me? Hey suck up! Don’t sign me up for shit I don’t want to do!” Feliks yelled angrily.
Roderich took a step back and flinched “I’m sorry… I panicked! I really want this role. It’s important I look reliable.” Roderich sighed.
Feliks lightly grabbed Roderich’s shoulders. He groaned, “You look more like a suck up…”
Roderich frowned, he was not sure if he actually felt bad or not.
Feliks sighed, taking his hands off his friend’s shoulder, “Okay. Fine. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I know this is important for you.” He apologized
Roderich tilted his head up and smiled. “Another adventure huh? Apology accepted.”
Feliks took a deep breath. “Yeah right. Hopefully by ‘important job’ he doesn’t mean taking out an ex-opera rival…”
Roderich gave a small laugh, “I don’t think murder is on his mind.”
Feliks gave a mirrored scoff, “I guess we’ll find out at five.”
Roderich gave a nervous smile. He had not fully processed what had happened in these last fifteen minutes.
First, he met the Opera owner. Secondly, that Opera owner had apparently been watching and hearing about his talents. Thirdly, he got himself interested in another mystery. And finally, he had another job to do that he would not find out about until five o’clock.
What a lucky day. And by lucky, more like extremely eventful and worrying.
Roderich had to bring all he could to the final auditions. That would mean working even harder than he had been. He was starting to think he’d never stop working.
However, working and dancing for the rest of his days was something Roderich wouldn’t mind in the slightest. He was one of those dancers who dance for the joy and not the money.
His friend beside him gave a slow sigh and went to give Roderich a pat on his shoulder. “We’ll be alright.” Feliks muttered.
“I hope so. I really do.” Roderich smiled to himself. Perhaps, reassurance would get him through this. He could only hope.
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Feliks and Roderich headed back into the Opera house to clean.
After a few more hours of cleaning passed, Felix and Roderich finally had the time to go explore their room fully. Arms linked, they supported each other’s body weight as they made their way down the winding halls of the Opera house.
“Ouch. When did cleaning become so difficult? I feel old…” Feliks sighed.
“Probably because we had to climb into the rafters of all things. Do they want us to die?” Roderich shook his head.
“Exactly Roddy! I’m starting to think this place is secretly a fucking mafia cult… We’ve got the personalities to match it.” Feliks grumbled, his eyes caught the doorway to the housing corridors.
“Almost there!” Feliks said in an excited tone.
As the two walked closer to the door, an unfamiliar duo of people stood across the hall.
One man was extremely tall and he wore a long white scarf. Was he aware it wasn’t cold? He had very light and blond hair. Something about him was threatening, however he didn’t seem to be a bad person at all.
As Roderich focused closer on the man, he realized that he was knitting. Knitting?
The other man was a lot shorter than the other. He had soft brown hair that reached to his shoulders and had kind blue-green eyes. The man wore a white dress shirt with a green jacket. He looked clean and very shy. However, he was approachable.
The man was occupied looking at what his friend was knitting. His gaze was softened so he couldn’t have been paying too much attention.
He was probably trying to avoid looking at the overly dramatic, flamboyant, and prissy Feliks. Who at the time was still leaning against Roderich because he was too lazy to walk.
Roderich, trying not to completely embarrass himself, nudged his friend. “Feliks… Get up. There’s new people over there.”
Feliks immediately jerked his head up, his body followed. “Shit Roddy! Those guys are, how to put this kindly… FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!”
Roderich immediately shushed him. “Shhhhh! You bastard!”
“Go explore the room. I have new friends to make.” Feliks smirked.
“Can do.” Roderich straightened his back, “Go get them. Just be yourself.”
Feliks and Roderich looked at each other and immediately scoffed.
“Okay. Whatever you say inspirational calendar quotes.” Feliks laughed and then jogged over to the two men with the energy to run a marathon.
Roderich shook his head humorously and opened the door to his and Feliks room. The small door gave a click noise and then rattled slightly as Roderich pulled it open.