Enzo
"You'd never buy something low quality enough to tear," he refutes easily, grinning ear to ear. It may not be laughter just yet, but he'll take sass over crying.
He hums as if considering her proposal, but when he looks back they're far enough away from their parents that he's willing to concede and gently set her down. Partially so she can see his smirk when he takes the blatant opening she's given him. "I don't think anyone is professionally trained enough to not be scarred by the implications that gives." Though now he wonders if their dad could, theoretically, bring someone back from the dead for some grieving widow to get one last dick appointment. If it weren't for Flora's muttered grievances it's clear from Enzo's suddenly bright eyes that he would happily dive down that rabbit hole. Alas.
"And don't think I didn't hear you, I'm still worth impressing despite being dead," he sniffs in feigned offense. They stand alone on the beach, Flora in her finery and Enzo in the clothes he'd died in, and he loves her so much that death seems as easy to vanquish as the monsters they'd brandished tree-branch swords at in their childhood. Bumping his fist beneath her chin, his expression softens. "So...no king for my queenie?" It's a silent offer, an I'm here now, tell me everything.
He hums as if considering her proposal, but when he looks back they're far enough away from their parents that he's willing to concede and gently set her down. Partially so she can see his smirk when he takes the blatant opening she's given him. "I don't think anyone is professionally trained enough to not be scarred by the implications that gives." Though now he wonders if their dad could, theoretically, bring someone back from the dead for some grieving widow to get one last dick appointment. If it weren't for Flora's muttered grievances it's clear from Enzo's suddenly bright eyes that he would happily dive down that rabbit hole. Alas.
"And don't think I didn't hear you, I'm still worth impressing despite being dead," he sniffs in feigned offense. They stand alone on the beach, Flora in her finery and Enzo in the clothes he'd died in, and he loves her so much that death seems as easy to vanquish as the monsters they'd brandished tree-branch swords at in their childhood. Bumping his fist beneath her chin, his expression softens. "So...no king for my queenie?" It's a silent offer, an I'm here now, tell me everything.
I'll tell a guy I like him but only if I'm drunk
I might take shots real fast, but I take love real slow
I might take shots real fast, but I take love real slow
