if there’s one thing that zayid has learned in his life, then it’s to take all the little things that fate throws your way with a certain sense of lightheartedness. it’s a concept that, theoretically, is easy enough to apply to everyday dealings but not necessarily to interactions with everyone. case in point: isaac. whatever initial reserve the other seemed to have made finding common ground hard at first, and it wasn’t until zayid roped him into a conversation about some less than ethical ways to get his hands on spare parts for a wii of the first generation that the block of ice appeared to melt.
“don’t worry,” he throws the offered champagne back before offering up a grin in response, both to reassure isaac but also himself that he’s fine despite the tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach barely managing to conceal his discomfort.
“anything too strong would only lead to people talking; you know how it is.” the grin fades slightly, replaced by something more taut pulling at zayid’s lips while he tries to shake off the uneasiness again. some things you don’t want interfering with your everyday life and this super serum has just shot up to take the number one spot on that list.
placing the empty glass on the tray of a nearby waiter, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his suit before refocusing his attention on isaac and the question he has posed—it’s a good one, too. unfortunately, it’s also one only all too easily answered, “plenty of folks, if you take a look around. they’re too rich to seriously fear any consequences and too bored to understand the scope of this.”
his face twists for the briefest of moments, embarrassingly self-aware that his own family would belong to this category as well. beggars don’t get to be choosers, though, and this goes beyond just one family. “i wonder whose idea this super serum was.”
