Enzo
Paige’s playful jibe is awarded a wrinkled nose expression, scarcely hiding his omnipresent smile. But drinks are infinitely more interesting than making a bed, so he absconds to the newly stocked kitchen gratefully. Just as chaotically inclined towards a cresting adulthood they haven’t earned as Flora, he shamelessly adds alcohol to theirs, only doing so for Hadama if he agrees. Paige he makes the executive decision not to get buzzed; worldly Halenani resident or no, Enzo isn’t going to be hunted by a mob of sex workers for giving an underage girl alcohol.
Depositing glasses into hands with a flourish, he gravitates back to his sisters side before lifting his own drink in the air. “A toast to Flora’s - and my, I suppose - new home!” And he takes a large gulp of his drink, blinking quickly as his eyes and throat burn in a way still deeply unfamiliar, unwilling to wince the way he wants to. Still worth it.
Depositing glasses into hands with a flourish, he gravitates back to his sisters side before lifting his own drink in the air. “A toast to Flora’s - and my, I suppose - new home!” And he takes a large gulp of his drink, blinking quickly as his eyes and throat burn in a way still deeply unfamiliar, unwilling to wince the way he wants to. Still worth it.
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
