scotch tape and glue

The red of her face - certainly more than just the cheeks from what he can see past her flurry of hair as she shoves on clothes - is enough to keep the grin affixed firmly to Enzo's mouth. There's a fine line between chaotic humor and meanness, and Enzo loves to toe lines. His eyes widen slightly at her renewed exuberance as she seemingly forgives and forgets all in one breath by virtue of his name. He'd be drunk on power if her own name didn't immediately make him understand why - this is Flora's best friend. You know, aside from yours truly. Surely his twin talked him up to kingdom come in all the time he was dead. A mercy, really, or he'd be a boring nobody trying to peddle the coolest backstory on the street corner without success.  Instead he has a captive, adorable audience! Setting the owl figurine down, Enzo scoots the chair out from the desk with his ankle and drops onto it backward, long arms dangling over the chairback to put them on even more equal footing. Plus both of them standing awkwardly in her bedroom is gonna get old real fast. Something she must agree on given how she flops back onto her bed, now shamefully clothed. "That's not a party, that's a business team-building nightmare!" His laugh is bright but skirts gracefully away from any notes of meanness. "Nameplates are fancier versions of nametags anyway - which is why breaking into rooms is more straightforward than a mixer with cheap 'Hi My Name Is' stickers and bad handwriting." Not that anyone else should be breaking into rooms, no no. That's the point - Enzo is unique. AKA untouchable.  "Oh darling I'm not the guy to talk to about fairness," he croons with a dimple-edged smirk. "I have to keep up my mysterious air, you see. No nameplates for me - invite only. If you want to know, you have to see for yourself. Sorry, I don't make the rules!" Enzo sighs dramatically even as the rest of his face exudes glittering mischief. Daring her to challenge him, or to barter, maybe even plead. Everyone picks a different approach and that's what makes strangers so interesting. Lazily waving a hand at the maps on the walls, Enzo's eyes stay riveted to Sohalia as he asks, "So, is it a hobby or a job, the maps? Flora's said a lot about you, but she's not the type to list the basics." enzo enzo