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felice was waiting with a light drink in hand, sitting on their usual booth. there was something strangely comforting about this specific bar, and that´s exactly what his friend needed, some comfort. it was hard seeing riley, an usual bundle of energy and excitement, being in a down-ish state of mind. felice knew his friend, a hopeless romantic, this was as good as a trait as it was sometimes bad for him. relationship troubles made him awfully sad, but he knew riley was getting better, after all he was still his joyous self, even though sadness tended to hide that part of him.

felice glanced at the clock, wondering when his friend was getting to the bar. the truth was, riley wasn´t late, felice was just early; he always was 10 minutes early to any type of appointment, just in case. he didn´t really mind when people were late, but he believed he could never be, ever. he took a sip off his drink, immediately regretting choosing it at random for once.

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Hey!! This is a plotting call if you want to plot with my boy felice feel f r e e to send me a message!! Or just like this and imma do it im hype to plot with yall lovely characters.

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sup, it´s ya girl P who can barely manage one account so she decided to make another one because logic :)

so! this is my boy felice who is a childish w r e c k and i hope you like him at least a bit.

martina acevedo and carlo confortola were two best friends who literally got married because of tax benefits. After a while they decided to adopt, since they really wanted a child. that´s where felice confortola comes in.

adopted at five years old, felice learned from a young age to enjoy the things that surrounded him and to not take anything for granted. 

for him, laughter is always the best medicine, and making people laugh is one of the best accomplishments in life.

the Confortola family had one child and at least five dogs, always. felice had a cat once, but this kid was kind-of deathly allergic to cat fur, so he had to let the feline go.

when he was 15 years old, an older classmate tried robbing him, stabbing his leg in the process. thank god one of his bigger dogs was there; as soon as the german shepherd saw his owner in pain he fought back the assailant until he managed to escape.

after that, felice became really interested in the idea of police-dogs, and he learned about the k-9 by doing some research. by the way, that part of his leg that was stabbed went completely numb, he can´t feel a thing on that zone. 

when he turned 19 he left new jersey to become a k9 trainer in chicago, and now he can happily say that “police dogs love him just as much as unemployed ones.”

it is mandatory for the police dogs to live with their trainer so the bond is stronger. Of course, felice loves that, enjoying the constant company of princess and mento, a rottweiler and a bloodhound respectively.

he loves his job, and believes himself to be very lucky to have landed it.

he tends to make a mental list of everything that has to be done, and will get a bit paranoid about completing it. 

nothing stresses him more than not knowing what to do next, or not having backup plans. he knows nothing can be perfect, but his biggest fear is feeling completely powerless to a situation.

he tries not to show any of his insecurities though, he knows no one likes to hear them anyway. when he feels boomed out nothing works better for him than a good laugh, maybe by hanging out with a friend or simply by watching a comedy.

he holds on to the things in life he finds joy in, which may be bad, because he tends to depend on them some times.

welp that´s all i´ve got i think. looking forward for any type of connections! if you like ma boy feel free to plot. :)

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I’d get people coming up to me in the street and asking if I was okay, but this is my default. I laugh, I make jokes, I just happen to reside in this face. (x)