Mind Is a Razor Blade

While the girls and Enzo bantered back and forth, Malachai felt the usual strange detachment as he observed the scene. Neither man had missed their friend’s sudden departure, a puzzle Mal was uncertain of piecing together in the current moment. The unspoken message between the men, resulting in a rising tension in his shoulder, a current running beneath the surface of his mirthful facade.

Junia’s giggled outburst broke the spell, a wave of laughter rolling out of Mal, Oh that’s precious. That may require testing. Noting how only one of Tibs ladies remained, Mal let it pass without a word, instead chuckling at the wink tossed his way. A freehand reached to catch the tail of Ophelia’s veil, loosely catching it between two fingers to tug it gently, playfully. His brow rose, leaning in to conspire, How flexible are we talking? voice lowered for her ear alone. Yet Junia, the delightful extra wheel, drew attention to the same conclusion that Delia had likely followed, perhaps detaining dear Tibby? Mal deemed it possible, especially after the drinks arrived and no Umbra or lady returned.

Ladies was perhaps also pushing the sentiment behind the word. It was now Camilla’s turn to be put under the spotlight and Mal found Ophelia’s defiant non-answer amusing, snicker falling wickedly as an arm found its way around her. Camilla is the loudest… and I could show you... Humming approvingly, Mal almost didn’t catch Enzo’s unfolding dilemma until the slight tremor crawled along his nerves as unusual.

Mm? Um, yes. Pass us over two, visibly torn, but relenting to shift forwards. Not everything, surely, fell as a suspicious mutter, eyes narrowing slightly before reaching for a glass. An ick in the back of his mind caused a shudder to run through him.

He was not a generous person, whispering If he’s longer than ten minutes, you might be in trouble, friend, or have hit the jackpot… which is it?.

@Enzo Pavus
@Tiberius Umbra