"Flatterer," Ephemera teases, and grins. And why not? He's feeling light and relaxed, at ease with the moment. There's good food and time he gets to spend with his favorite person. Hell, there's even some decent beer from the speakeasy. It's been busy lately, with everything going on, and it feels good to slow down for a bit. He sits and brushes his arm against Drake's, just for the sake of doing it. Why not?
"I've never worn it long before," he admits. "Always cut it short. Seemed easier. But - it's new. Seemed like a good time to try something new, you know?"
Even though it'll look odd with his scars, it's a change. A small one, to be sure, but one that he's chosen. Another step away from Sharkface.
Ephemera pulls his plate closer and starts digging in. He's hungry and the food is hot. "That'd be good. How's it going ?"
It's not the sort of deal Ephemera thinks he could have pulled off, but it's the one Drake was given, and Drake's always been good at adapting. Always been good at getting people to listen to him, so that's probably a plus.
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"I've never worn it long before," he admits. "Always cut it short. Seemed easier. But - it's new. Seemed like a good time to try something new, you know?"
Even though it'll look odd with his scars, it's a change. A small one, to be sure, but one that he's chosen. Another step away from Sharkface.
Ephemera pulls his plate closer and starts digging in. He's hungry and the food is hot. "That'd be good. How's it going ?"
It's not the sort of deal Ephemera thinks he could have pulled off, but it's the one Drake was given, and Drake's always been good at adapting. Always been good at getting people to listen to him, so that's probably a plus.