scotch tape and glue

It’s a good thing she’s not a deep sleeper, or this would’ve been a lot less entertaining and a little more creepy on his part. Not enough to inspire any kind of guilt or regret, but dear readers might take up arms. Sort of the way the blonde does as she shrieks like an electrocuted cat and rips a shirt on over her head. “Nope!” he pops the ‘p’ like bubblegum, smiling brightly, sea glass green eyes bright and seemingly innocent. “Would it make things more fair if I stripped too? Just say the word.” He grins and gracefully sinks long limbs down onto the desk in the room, reclining against it and picking up the first thing he sees to fiddle with it. Nobody needs to know it’s so he naturally takes his eyes off her and lowers him more to her level physically - can’t have people thinking he’s soft or gentlemanly or something.  Her outcry makes him genuinely bark a laugh, setting the trinket down and crossing his arms with a mischievous grin that drips approval for her unintentional wit. “I mean, she kinda did. I got special treatment though - I’m Enzo. Who are you? See, I told you we need nameplates.” enzo enzo