Smooth Talk [Everett/Tide]

Enzo's words of watching Newt linger to his skin like a fresh wound. None of them had seen it coming. Not Nevah. Not Enzo. Not himself. Newt was unstable and that's why they put him in their house. A place where they could control the options to let him drown under the pressure. Friendly, loving, and a family is what they were in the end. At least, that was Enzo's idea of what life was like. Careers weren't like him. Superiority over all the others was needed. Traps were fun, but he had his hands on a spear in that moment. Hovering it into a dummy over and over again, trying to perfect his form. Over. His mind screeched to his inner voice. Perfect or not, he needed a break.

Eyes glancing across the room for anything of interest, most careers being rather pitiful than useful. At least most were good looking and fit, the way he liked others to be. Adrenaline still soaking in his skin like a poison at the cliff diving earlier in the day. Skin still smelling like the salty ocean depths that he swam out of. Caught for a moment, he can see a blue eyed beauty around. No quick movements in his voice or feet. A plan hatching from his mind as he prepares to cast his net of smooth words and a lovely flirtatious smile.

Cast the net to catch a blonde eyed beauty. Words fall from his lips with a flirty tone in his voice. Arms crossed as he leans into sight with a wink and a white teeth filled smile.

"Aren't you a pretty boy? Pretty eyes, nice looks, wonder what your personality is like? If it's anything like the rest of you, must be good. Everett. And you are, pretty boy?"