Enzo
Enzo grimaces slightly, twin telepathy working perfectly - unfortunately. And because he is a gracious twin (the best really) he lets her keep the sangria if she wants.
"I'm sure there's a wonderful pun somewhere in calling him a deadbeat dad, but it feels like low-hanging fruit y'know?" he gripes, using the sour face of his disgruntlement to conceal the wince of another sip. Ah, but Flora is a palate cleanser, and the squeal of her joy tastes like fresh cream on the roof of his mouth that no liquor can sour.
Certain as he is that she's embellishing details, Enzo has no idea just how much. Leaning closer, fingertips dancing up her forearm to tickle in the velvet of her inner arm where her pulse flutters through her skin as if to greet him, Enzo breathes in her delight and lets it fill his lungs like smoke. "Kissing him? You minx! How dare you not tell me immediately!" His fingers wrap gently around her arm to shake her playfully. "He is wrapped around your little finger, clearly. But do you love him?" A far more concerning matter than names or - Gods forbid - ages. Flora could conquer whomever she liked in Enzo's opinion, could break as many hearts as she so chose, so long as her own remained safe.
"I'm sure there's a wonderful pun somewhere in calling him a deadbeat dad, but it feels like low-hanging fruit y'know?" he gripes, using the sour face of his disgruntlement to conceal the wince of another sip. Ah, but Flora is a palate cleanser, and the squeal of her joy tastes like fresh cream on the roof of his mouth that no liquor can sour.
Certain as he is that she's embellishing details, Enzo has no idea just how much. Leaning closer, fingertips dancing up her forearm to tickle in the velvet of her inner arm where her pulse flutters through her skin as if to greet him, Enzo breathes in her delight and lets it fill his lungs like smoke. "Kissing him? You minx! How dare you not tell me immediately!" His fingers wrap gently around her arm to shake her playfully. "He is wrapped around your little finger, clearly. But do you love him?" A far more concerning matter than names or - Gods forbid - ages. Flora could conquer whomever she liked in Enzo's opinion, could break as many hearts as she so chose, so long as her own remained safe.
he's got all the boys pulling daisies
but he'll leave you pushing them
but he'll leave you pushing them
