Zephyr never was the best at talking. If someone were to offer him a handshake they’d get a side-eye back. Most people didn’t really like him all that much, but Papa Terzo did.

You’re watching him play an old, wooden piano that he’s basically already claimed for himself, since none of the other ghouls or siblings of sin would touch it. After he finished the song he was playing he turned around, only to see you.

“Oh.”

He turned back around and fumbled with the piano keys.