Mateo
Taking her lacklustre response (and thoroughly neglected appearance) in stride with a smile, Mateo puts aside his feelings and reaches this time for the gin. "I tried my hand at making some," he tells her. "It isn't as good as Dad's, but it is passable, I think." If it'll fuck you up is passable. And if he's slipped a little dreamdust in there as well, who the fuck needs to know? Not his sleep-deprived sister, that's who.
"They are cut, so they are already going to die," he points out of the sunflowers. "Perhaps we could go back to your apartment and open a few curtains, find somewhere good for them to live in the meantime?" He doubts she will go for it, but he suggests it nonetheless. "Or we could go to the Hanged Man for something to eat."
"They are cut, so they are already going to die," he points out of the sunflowers. "Perhaps we could go back to your apartment and open a few curtains, find somewhere good for them to live in the meantime?" He doubts she will go for it, but he suggests it nonetheless. "Or we could go to the Hanged Man for something to eat."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
