Enzo
A laugh nearly bubbles up his throat, but it's not the right time yet. He has to hold it in until the perfect moment - though the brightness of his tone practically replaces its presence with how blatant it is. "Kaiselllll, ugh! No appreciation for my presence, honestly." Engaged to the woman or not, Enzo should invoke just as much awe and appreciation as Flora. Duh.
Kaisel is lucky he looks particularly pathetic after the loss of his ice cream, because Enzo magnanimously decides to forgive him. Internally, though. If he decrees it aloud Kaisel will become swiftly spoiled by Enzo's generosity. Plus Enzo can't be seen as having favorites - certainly not his brother-in-law. That's nepotism, and Torchline would never.
Humming and nodding with appropriate gravitas (though Enzo quite likes to run honestly) he flicks condensation off the hand previously holding the bottle instead of wiping it on Kaisel's bedsheets. Truly, he's a saint today. "It's spite, you know. She has to do a million sit-ups in private to keep her own ice cream off - only fair you both suffer for your hotness." Enzo rakes a hand through his hair and smirks at Kaisel as he props one leg over the other knee, brandishing his duck foot slipper the way a model might show off a luxury shoe. "Not me, though. Genetic lottery, baby - no work required."
So then what's the risk of a champagne float? Nothing, calories don't exist if you never read about them, and Enzo will claim he's illiterate purely to spark his own joy with ignorance. "I love the way you think, best breakfast ever. Ooh! How about I procure the ice cream so you don't get caught red-handed?" Certainly not to buy the replacement dessert in unspoken apology for the sad death he'd caused moments ago. "Hmm...but we're also gonna need like. A vessel for these. Y'know?"
Kaisel is lucky he looks particularly pathetic after the loss of his ice cream, because Enzo magnanimously decides to forgive him. Internally, though. If he decrees it aloud Kaisel will become swiftly spoiled by Enzo's generosity. Plus Enzo can't be seen as having favorites - certainly not his brother-in-law. That's nepotism, and Torchline would never.
Humming and nodding with appropriate gravitas (though Enzo quite likes to run honestly) he flicks condensation off the hand previously holding the bottle instead of wiping it on Kaisel's bedsheets. Truly, he's a saint today. "It's spite, you know. She has to do a million sit-ups in private to keep her own ice cream off - only fair you both suffer for your hotness." Enzo rakes a hand through his hair and smirks at Kaisel as he props one leg over the other knee, brandishing his duck foot slipper the way a model might show off a luxury shoe. "Not me, though. Genetic lottery, baby - no work required."
So then what's the risk of a champagne float? Nothing, calories don't exist if you never read about them, and Enzo will claim he's illiterate purely to spark his own joy with ignorance. "I love the way you think, best breakfast ever. Ooh! How about I procure the ice cream so you don't get caught red-handed?" Certainly not to buy the replacement dessert in unspoken apology for the sad death he'd caused moments ago. "Hmm...but we're also gonna need like. A vessel for these. Y'know?"
Your obsession feeds our connection
I'm the only one, give me all your attention
