Mateo
"Fuck who?" Mateo is wondering idly, in the process of - he thinks - ending the small, pathetic life of this amalgamation of sentient plants. And he's sort of sad about it, to be honest; he kind of wants to study the poor little thing, and were it not for the sound of Flora's screams still ringing in his ears, he might have insisted on it.
Then again, perhaps he doesn't need to insist. "Alright, well now you must tell me about the worst date you have been o-- hey, you, stop th--" With a pfffff of spores into the air, Mateo's wish is absolutely granted, and he's left with a baby sun clinging to his shins and the world vibrating around him at beautiful frequencies.
"I bet this is how the inside of a star tastes," he mumbles. Maybe he's dribbling a bit. "What do you think?" Reaching out, he tries to pick up his new friend, the baby sun. It doesn't work, of course, but hey, let a guy dream.
Mateo is very high.
Then again, perhaps he doesn't need to insist. "Alright, well now you must tell me about the worst date you have been o-- hey, you, stop th--" With a pfffff of spores into the air, Mateo's wish is absolutely granted, and he's left with a baby sun clinging to his shins and the world vibrating around him at beautiful frequencies.
"I bet this is how the inside of a star tastes," he mumbles. Maybe he's dribbling a bit. "What do you think?" Reaching out, he tries to pick up his new friend, the baby sun. It doesn't work, of course, but hey, let a guy dream.
Mateo is very high.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
