[Recently there had been a quiet in the house, more or less from an absence of much to really want to speak of. The sound of a cup being moved in the kitchen went without notice as he slipped in, heading for the ice box. Jack often would partake of tea-- same as Max, he figured. Must be a British thing, though he did have the shock of his life when he turned to see who was sitting there.
It was hard to shock someone who had likely seen a lot of shocking things, but here Eugene was, with a sound stuck in the back of his throat and eyes transfixed on the figure before him. Long, blond hair, pointed ears, tanned skin... and speaking of skin, he was in the flesh...]
Zev?
[There was a small chance that this was a dream, though admittedly in his dreams he still has all his limbs, which led him to believe that his eyes, and mind, weren't deceiving him. When he didn't dissipate or otherwise vanish, he let out a soft scoff of laughter, disbelieving and very... hopeful in a way that could be painful. That should know better.]
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It was hard to shock someone who had likely seen a lot of shocking things, but here Eugene was, with a sound stuck in the back of his throat and eyes transfixed on the figure before him. Long, blond hair, pointed ears, tanned skin... and speaking of skin, he was in the flesh...]
Zev?
[There was a small chance that this was a dream, though admittedly in his dreams he still has all his limbs, which led him to believe that his eyes, and mind, weren't deceiving him. When he didn't dissipate or otherwise vanish, he let out a soft scoff of laughter, disbelieving and very... hopeful in a way that could be painful. That should know better.]
H-how long have you--?