scotch tape and glue

Enzo was dead for most of his life (weird thing to say) so half his yapping is just catch up - and that includes wildly vacillating between introspection and empty-headed stupidity. The latter being the source of sticking his tongue out at her immediately after seeing her do it first. "You give a pink vibe, so you're pinky. You blush pink and you're all soft and feminine and sugared peaches and sweet cream," he ends on a dramatic, lilted sigh in a higher register as if he's a fragile debutant. "Anyway, pink. It's a vibe, not a science."  No, science is more befitting the grid paper he stares down at while she educates him on how to actualize this impromptu dream. "Hmm. How about we get the layout and geometry out of the way first for the general area, then go snooping after? A shame to put it off, but if we get thrown in the ocean we won't have names or a map to put them on." Plus, it seems like she could use a bit more time to warm up to the idea of breaking and entering. Maybe a bit more time to wake up too given how he'd found her.  Enzo counts out a four-square section on the left side of the paper, since there's nothing past that border of Sohalia's room to map anyway. He confidently traces the faint lines, making a simple square, and begins loosely tracing out the exterior halls they'll be walking along shortly in faint strokes that can be easily erased later. He tilts the clipboard, angling it down to account for their height while he leans in, eyebrow rising expectantly. "Good enough start?" enzo enzo