Enzo
A playfully offended noise roils in his throat, and the young man jumps forward and into the water, fearless of the cold and intent on his pursuit. “Secrets, she says! Well, my fair friend, everyone knows secrets can be bartered and bought. The question is - what’s your price?” Mischief dances in his bright seaglass green eyes as the water crawls up his legs through his clothes.
Her playful handwave of his flirtations don’t daunt him, though it intrigues him all the more to find a potential match for his own outrageousness. Enzo feigns a fatal blow, hand to his heart, as she reveals familiarity with his sister. “Nay, let it not be so. Please tell me she hasn’t swayed you to her side? I can assure you - with absolutely zero proof - that I am the far better twin, and you’re better off befriending me.” He wades stubbornly closer, and shrugs with a grin at her question. “Praying, just like you. I’m just a bit more stylish about it.” He winks cheekily, recalling how she’d been silent and still in prayer compared to his own whirlwind entrance.
Her playful handwave of his flirtations don’t daunt him, though it intrigues him all the more to find a potential match for his own outrageousness. Enzo feigns a fatal blow, hand to his heart, as she reveals familiarity with his sister. “Nay, let it not be so. Please tell me she hasn’t swayed you to her side? I can assure you - with absolutely zero proof - that I am the far better twin, and you’re better off befriending me.” He wades stubbornly closer, and shrugs with a grin at her question. “Praying, just like you. I’m just a bit more stylish about it.” He winks cheekily, recalling how she’d been silent and still in prayer compared to his own whirlwind entrance.
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
