(Ah, you see, reading those stories would be rather hard. If you don't mind learning Swedish, of course :)
(Another thing tho… yesterday I was at the library and as I was looking at books I thought about how to continue this rp… and as I walking around there I found a book with like the exact same plot! Except for that they were not gay. Weird, huh?)
Felix closed the locker. "Okay, I'm done. Shall we go?" Here in the noisy hallway it didn't matter if it seemed like he was talking to thin air. No one would notice. He could be talking to exactly anyone in the crowd.
(Oh XD, and yeah that's weird. Maybe the prompt was based off of it?)
A flinch ran up his spine; old habits still intact. He tilted his head to Felix. "You lead," Soren said, smirking slightly.
(Perhaps…)
Felix smiled quickly at him before starting to walk down the hall. "So," he began, voice a little lower. "How does it all work? Like, if you put on clothes and stuff, do they just disappear as well or do you have some kind of invisible wardrobe too? What would happen if I threw a towel on top of you right now, would that disappear too?"
"Well," he began, casually dodging people like it was programmed into his nature, "I'm not so sure, myself. It's definitely not a thing where everything I touch turns invisible." His feet quickly darted away from a group of students, entire body swimming with adrenaline. "My attire always has been, though. I think." A small frown spread over his lips but before he had time to dwell on the topic, another flood of students rushed past.
