scotch tape and glue

“People lie all the time darling, doesn’t matter if it’s me or anyone else.” Little white lies, big lies, lies of omission - “Appearances are all that matter to most people, whether they admit it or not. Not even just the vain; people want to control how someone sees them, like what if they think I’m a dick but I’m not? I have to be extra nice, or overexplain myself!” He affects a high pitched, worried voice to mimic some nameless genre of person, then laughs as he fiddles with the edge of one of her maps. “You ask questions that make me sound way too wise the second I get to answering, you know that? Quit it, pinky.” Though he doesn’t forget her teasing, grinning unrepentantly. “More to the point, yes. It’s quite fun by itself to scare half naked people. Plus then I get to see so many different kinds of sleep clothes! Or lack thereof.” It hasn’t bitten him in the ass yet either, so he’ll just keep doing it, like a rude toddler who needs his hand slapped.  Ah, but she enables him instead, so that won’t be happening today. Enzo graciously holds everything she picks up, content to be piled high so long as he gets what he wants. A bit of juggling is necessary, but he has long enough arms for what she decrees they need. “Perfect! So, let’s start with this hallway then since we know your room already. Do you know your next door neighbors or should we bust their doors down first?” Already striding out of the room, on a mission to startle more unwitting guests. enzo enzo