Enzo
Enzo makes a playfully exaggerated noise at the pinch of his sister’s unerringly accurate fingers, wrapping an arm around her shoulder in return - and summarily catching a lock of golden hair in his own hand to tug on. “If you have an extra room and promise not to try and cook without my explicit supervision, I think I can be convinced to stay,” he grins back, the hand that had tugged her hair now curling it idly around his knuckles. Enzo doesn’t trust her cooking, bless her heart, and he doesn’t want to be laying on a couch while she brings back her conquests - which he’s certain she will, with no parental supervision and a city of prey to choose from.
Pulling away he salutes cheekily and saunters over towards Paige, eyes flickering over her face to try and gauge her emotional state without revealing that he’s worried it’s stormy once again. Comforting girls is not his forte. “Hey PG! I brought some stuff too, but I’m sure Flo would appreciate a girl’s touch - or for me to not make this place a greenhouse. Want to lay them all out and see what fits for her vision?” He gestures back to where he’d dropped his armload of things, ready to combine and conquer this whole aesthetic-creation thing. His own items were merely comfort things from their former home - plants he’d grown for Flora (and would need to also keep alive for her), wall hangings with strips of fabric and beads at the bottom, family pictures, the kinds of things he thought she might miss given enough time away.
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Enzo presents his own items and suggests laying them out with what Paige brought to determine what should be kept or tossed.
Pulling away he salutes cheekily and saunters over towards Paige, eyes flickering over her face to try and gauge her emotional state without revealing that he’s worried it’s stormy once again. Comforting girls is not his forte. “Hey PG! I brought some stuff too, but I’m sure Flo would appreciate a girl’s touch - or for me to not make this place a greenhouse. Want to lay them all out and see what fits for her vision?” He gestures back to where he’d dropped his armload of things, ready to combine and conquer this whole aesthetic-creation thing. His own items were merely comfort things from their former home - plants he’d grown for Flora (and would need to also keep alive for her), wall hangings with strips of fabric and beads at the bottom, family pictures, the kinds of things he thought she might miss given enough time away.
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Enzo presents his own items and suggests laying them out with what Paige brought to determine what should be kept or tossed.
the colors in these veins don't glow like they used to
they won't do it for you, they won't do it for me
they won't do it for you, they won't do it for me
