Enzo
Enzo’s eyes drop to the strangeness going on around her feet as she steps over the edge of the stone and doesn’t immediately flail into the water, dark blond brows riding with intrigue - and not a hint of regret for having startled her. “How did you do that?” Gesturing loosely to whatever it was that had just occurred, only to be met with a question aimed back at him in turn.
Aiming a simpering quirk of the lips her way, he pushes his hair back away from his eyes habitually. Or perhaps just to see her a little better. “Would you like to?” It’s a purr of sound, enticing, but mischief plays too brightly in his eyes for it to be taken as an overt flirtation. Chuckling, Enzo shakes his head and tilts his head at the stranger. “Pretty sure we haven’t met, but people seem to get deja vu whenever they meet me or my twin - we’re a lot like our parents. Ever met Remi or Hotaru?” He’s accustomed to playing this game, especially after both his parents had lived in Torchline and made names for themselves.
Aiming a simpering quirk of the lips her way, he pushes his hair back away from his eyes habitually. Or perhaps just to see her a little better. “Would you like to?” It’s a purr of sound, enticing, but mischief plays too brightly in his eyes for it to be taken as an overt flirtation. Chuckling, Enzo shakes his head and tilts his head at the stranger. “Pretty sure we haven’t met, but people seem to get deja vu whenever they meet me or my twin - we’re a lot like our parents. Ever met Remi or Hotaru?” He’s accustomed to playing this game, especially after both his parents had lived in Torchline and made names for themselves.
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
