scotch tape and glue

How deeply are you sleeping or are you still awake?
A good friend told me you've been staying out so late

Soh stumbled over herself in her haste to dress, nearly falling as she shoved first one leg, then the other into the pajama pants she’d grabbed. Her cheeks flamed as the young man offered to strip down; she’d had a few propositions by now, but none quite like this. ”No, no - clothing stays on, please.” She watched as he reclined gracefully onto the edge of her desk, picking up a paperweight in the shape of an owl to fiddle with as she righted herself. Without even realizing it, she began to calm, her racing heart slowing and her blush beginning to fade.

Only to leap right back onto her cheeks as the stranger introduced himself as Enzo - Flora’s elusive twin, only recently brought back from the dead.

”Oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in an almost comical way. ”Enzo! I’ve heard so much about you!” Realizing belatedly that this was very much not the first impression she’d have liked to have made on her best friend’s twin, she added, ”I’m Sohalia. You… might be onto something with the nameplate idea. Or maybe a house party, where we could all get to know each other and who rooms where. Or maybe both?” She paused, thinking for a moment, then dismissed the rambling thoughts in favor of studying Enzo.

Now that she’d spent a moment talking to him, she could recognize certain traits that he shared with Flora - the mischievous little grin on his lips one of them. ”So,” she said, plopping back onto the edge of the bed and tilting her head to one side. ”As you can see, this is my room. The books and the maps give it away.” She gestured around, an invitation for Enzo to take a closer look if he’d like. ”Just so it’s fair, what kinds of things might I find in your room?”

Be careful, oh, my darling, oh, be careful what it takes
From what I've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break

Sohalia