These pillows have feathers... || Enzotine
The two sat in a near impossible silence as they finished their homework. He had just finished an essay on Sun Tsu's The Art of War - a book he already knew quite well. Constantine rolled over on his bed so he was now laying on his back sprawled out on the opposite end. He looked over at Enzo who appeared to be quietly working with intent. The angel was bored... but he didn't want to disturb his lover... but he was also very very bored. He drawled out a very dramatic sigh and put an arm over his face - peeking out after a moment to see if Enzo was fazed. He put on a pout when it appeared to have brushed by him. The angel let out another painfully immature sigh, rolling over on to his stomach once again. He shoved his face into his blankets and let out a loud grumble. "Enzo I'm bored." he stated with his voice muffled by the fabric. For a four billion year old angel he was making quite the scene, acting more like an eight year old human.













