Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Don't be a bad influence, Mateo tries to scold himself, only for but that's the only influence I know how to be to sneak in and take over. And thus, it's with the snuffbox in hand (it's a quirky combination of ThirdEye and Dreamdust, not that Ever will know that currently) and having poured himself a nice, strong drink that he meanders after his friend. "First kisses with new people always have a bit of magic in them, in my experience," he says - and gods, if anyone should know, it's Mateo.
Heading onto the deck of La Verbena and up again to where the canopy of lavender has been carefully cultivated to begin its crawling descent, the botanist takes a comfortable seat and a large sip of his drink. Garnishing it with a bit of the fragrant blooms all around, he offers it out for Ever to try. "I am really happy for you, you know," he murmurs. "It is nice to see you without any worries."
Heading onto the deck of La Verbena and up again to where the canopy of lavender has been carefully cultivated to begin its crawling descent, the botanist takes a comfortable seat and a large sip of his drink. Garnishing it with a bit of the fragrant blooms all around, he offers it out for Ever to try. "I am really happy for you, you know," he murmurs. "It is nice to see you without any worries."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
