Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
It absolutely was the man's own fault, but the way Mateo's composure dissolves into laughter certainly doesn't make it seem that way. (Also he doesn't like the guy's shirt, so no way would he have said that even if it was in the travelling tongue). "Did you?" he fires back, apparently oblivious to the knife fight that is quickly about to ensue. "I did not know you had that many eyes. You ought to have been able to keep on your feet if that is the case."
The man is on his feet by now - if not exactly steadily - and the botanist is fumbling in his corset/waistcoat/he isn't sure for something. "Wait, wait, wait," he demands, as though he's about to turn the tides with what he's searching for. Only when he takes it out, it's a half eaten bar of chocolate. "Okay, go," he tells the drunk, already munching on it.
The man is on his feet by now - if not exactly steadily - and the botanist is fumbling in his corset/waistcoat/he isn't sure for something. "Wait, wait, wait," he demands, as though he's about to turn the tides with what he's searching for. Only when he takes it out, it's a half eaten bar of chocolate. "Okay, go," he tells the drunk, already munching on it.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
