your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
Yeah so guess you're doing this. Family dinner or whatever, though it isn't explicitly stated as such - but you know Vai has a soft spot for this pair of boys (why), which essentially makes them your surrogate step-son-in-laws or someshit. They certainly are not rubbing off on you, even a little bit.
You leave your shoes at the door and follow Vai into the house, carrying a second bottle of wine because gods know you'll need it. The place smells homey; you're surprised as ever that Nate can cook, given his entire lack of taste. You've got a button-down shirt with a bright bird print under your light coat, though you still have shorts beneath it all - but still, there was an attempt.
A hand is offered to Sunjata in greeting, and an eyebrow raised at the fucking fancy-ass table setting he appears to have been fussing over. "Y'expectin' royalty?" you cannot help but ask, wondering why the fuck anyone would put fabric on a table when they're just going to have to wash it off later, anyway.
You leave your shoes at the door and follow Vai into the house, carrying a second bottle of wine because gods know you'll need it. The place smells homey; you're surprised as ever that Nate can cook, given his entire lack of taste. You've got a button-down shirt with a bright bird print under your light coat, though you still have shorts beneath it all - but still, there was an attempt.
A hand is offered to Sunjata in greeting, and an eyebrow raised at the fucking fancy-ass table setting he appears to have been fussing over. "Y'expectin' royalty?" you cannot help but ask, wondering why the fuck anyone would put fabric on a table when they're just going to have to wash it off later, anyway.
ZEPHYR
