((Enzo continued from Cucurrucucú paloma
Oh, good. Back where Enzo had had their number one rated murder talkshow with Kimiko. Hopefully she wasn't still there. That would have been straight up awkward, and maybe lethal? Kind of lethal. Kimiko hadn't killed Enzo, but then she'd killed since meeting
Logic was hard. Murder logic was really
hard, especially when it came to a mute girl you'd still somehow managed to hold a conversation with.
Alba and Blair weren't the most talkative pair. Enzo had tried to strike up a couple lines of conversation, but there was, well, there was kind of a dearth of topics to talk about.
'Hey, working on that killing spree?'
'How about that time you both murdered someone?'
'So, how's your sex life?'
Neither seemed like they were in the mood for any such shenanigans. Still, nice to have people around?
Sort of. In a lot of ways it just made Enzo miss Cameron even more.
"Hope you didn't bust my chair," Enzo remarked lightly in response to Alba, trailing along after Blair.
The brevity didn't last long. Up opened the door, up went the corners of Enzo's mouth.
Blair raised her gun. Enzo felt cold, and then warm, and then cold again.
"What the dick are you doing!?"
Yes! Exactly, other-person-oh-hey-it-was-Rainy.