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

"Do people often lie to you?" Soh asked, raising a brow and smiling mischievously. "But you're so very charming." She lifted a hand, tapping a finger against her lips as though in thought. "Nope, I think you just like the thrill of startling poor, half-naked people." And, honestly? Right at this moment, she was tired enough that she might could see the appeal. Maybe there was something to be learned from Enzo in this moment. He seemed to be a free spirit, if nothing else, and she could do with shedding a bit of the baggage that she'd taken to carting around like a skyship porter.

And maybe Enzo agreed with that sentiment, because suddenly he was giving her life advice. Sohalia tilted her head, studying him for a moment, because if this wasn't the strangest conversation she'd ever had with a man she'd only just met, she wasn't sure what was. It was oddly reminiscent, in some ways, of her first meeting with Jude - she felt similarly at ease, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

But before she can think of a proper response, Enzo was striding over to a wall of maps, seemingly appraising them before turning back to Soh with a rather interesting proposition. She hesitated for only a moment before shrugging a shoulder and placing her hand in his. She had some time to kill, after all, before the next skyship back to Stormbreak for more evacuations, and gods knew she needed the distraction. "Alright, but if we walk into any, er... intimate scenes that scar me for life, I'm blaming you."

Then she was moving, gathering up supplies and materials and shoving things at Enzo. "You'll need some paper, and some charcoal -" and a handful of measuring utensils, which Soh tucked into a small bag that she slung over her shoulder. "And that's it, really. It's not all that complicated, once you get the hang of it."

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