12-26-2025, 11:03 PM
Ezvin leaned back in his seat just slightly, cup in hand, and offered a grin that was as boyish as it was smug. The kind of look that said he knew exactly how good he was at this, and wasn’t in a rush to pretend otherwise.
“Weekends?” he repeated, feigning disbelief as he looked at Lore, then to Cadence, then back again with an exaggerated little scoff. “Play is a weekday survival tactic, not a weekend luxury. If you’re saving all your fun for Saturday, no wonder you both look like you need me.”
He let that that light tease linger before continuing, the corners of his eyes creasing in complete amusement. Cadence’s playful push to his shoulder was returned with a lazy smile and a nudge of his own, like the shared language of people who had already learned how to orbit each other.
“She pretends I’m the problem,” he said to Lore, his voice low and conspiratorial, “but I’ve seen her in the studio. She’d work through her own funeral if I didn’t stop her.” Then, he winked and tilted his head. “Maybe you could schedule some fun with me... like tonight. For the three of us.”
His smile was warm, easy, maybe a little too casual except for the way his eyes flicked between them with just enough mischief to keep the suggestion hovering somewhere between a friendly outing and something more. “You can ask Cadence,” he added with a small shrug, tossing her a glance that held a trace of daring. “I know all the best places."
He tapped a finger lightly on the rim of his coffee cup as if already imagining the night. “Nothing too wild, of course.” He flashed a smile that was nothing but trouble. “Unless you want it to be.”
“Weekends?” he repeated, feigning disbelief as he looked at Lore, then to Cadence, then back again with an exaggerated little scoff. “Play is a weekday survival tactic, not a weekend luxury. If you’re saving all your fun for Saturday, no wonder you both look like you need me.”
He let that that light tease linger before continuing, the corners of his eyes creasing in complete amusement. Cadence’s playful push to his shoulder was returned with a lazy smile and a nudge of his own, like the shared language of people who had already learned how to orbit each other.
“She pretends I’m the problem,” he said to Lore, his voice low and conspiratorial, “but I’ve seen her in the studio. She’d work through her own funeral if I didn’t stop her.” Then, he winked and tilted his head. “Maybe you could schedule some fun with me... like tonight. For the three of us.”
His smile was warm, easy, maybe a little too casual except for the way his eyes flicked between them with just enough mischief to keep the suggestion hovering somewhere between a friendly outing and something more. “You can ask Cadence,” he added with a small shrug, tossing her a glance that held a trace of daring. “I know all the best places."
He tapped a finger lightly on the rim of his coffee cup as if already imagining the night. “Nothing too wild, of course.” He flashed a smile that was nothing but trouble. “Unless you want it to be.”