Zee!! Zeno!!!" Marco banged on the door to the apartment like a madman, making Zeno wonder why he was screaming like the earth was caving in.
"Zen…" the door flew open, and he stood there with his eyes swollen, but it was no new view to Marco, he was used to seeing this all the time. "You might wanna put some clothes on." He says, rushing into the house like something was chasing him.
"Who the hell did you bring back to the apartment last night, huh?" Marco instantly asks, but all he gets as a reply is a scoff. And he watched as Zeno strolled to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water, and much to Marco's disbelief, he was drinking water in the morning. Now this was a view he hadn't seen in a long time.
" Are you sick? That's water, not wine or whiskey." Marco reminds him, maybe he was so drunk this morning that he couldn't differentiate water from alcohol.
