champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Oh, I do not know. Perhaps it is the murder in Dad's eyes whenever anybody holds a conversation with you. Do you remember when you used to run the alchemy shop?" Mateo smirks, referring of course to his now flower-shop. "I think we had to close it for a couple of days at one point." Shaking his head and gratefully letting the shadows melt around them, whilst the botanist is still careful where he steps, he pads onto the familiar cobblestones with relative ease.
"Mm, no magical kisses," he says with a smirk. "And I am still waiting to find out more about this new demigod." You know, the one he assumes is the giver of said magical kisses. "I think Everest has gone down to Torchline for a couple of days, though. He did not say why. There have been a lot of ghosts around though, have you noticed?"
"Mm, no magical kisses," he says with a smirk. "And I am still waiting to find out more about this new demigod." You know, the one he assumes is the giver of said magical kisses. "I think Everest has gone down to Torchline for a couple of days, though. He did not say why. There have been a lot of ghosts around though, have you noticed?"
