Mateo is out, it's true, but Petunia is in, laying like a loaf on the back of their sofa and watching Everest with judging blue eyes. Before she has a chance to ask him what he's doing via a tangle around the legs, though, Mateo does breeze in. Today his curls are knotted up in a casually messy man-bun, and he's wearing a black shirt and pants and his florist's apron. [say]"Il negozio è occupato oggi,"[/say] he says with a huff of a sigh, before brightening at the sight of his friend.
[say]"Are you home early? Or late?"[/say] he wonders, pausing to scritch Petunia behind the ear (she swats at his hand) before approaching the boxes that Ever has set down. [say]"Ooo, did my Amazon orders come?"[/say] Whatever they might be is a mystery. Odds are even Mateo doesn't remember.
[say]"Are you home early? Or late?"[/say] he wonders, pausing to scritch Petunia behind the ear (she swats at his hand) before approaching the boxes that Ever has set down. [say]"Ooo, did my Amazon orders come?"[/say] Whatever they might be is a mystery. Odds are even Mateo doesn't remember.