Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"I understand," Mateo says with all of the resignation of a man who does, in fact, understand, but who does not like this fact. The tail end of Longheat brings with it no less heat considering its the closing of the season, and sweat already jewels his brow as he shifts the definitely-innocuous looking cane over his shoulder. "Do you envision being in many combat situations?" he wonders with a tilt of his head.
Once they are far enough from the hustle and bustle of the Citadel, Mateo falls to a halt, wipes his brow with a brightly coloured handkerchief, and hops up to take a breather on a floating piece of rock. "I am more of a lover than a fighter," he warns, though Ever will be more than aware of that fact. "So I am glad you are not expecting to necessarily get better at fighting."
Once they are far enough from the hustle and bustle of the Citadel, Mateo falls to a halt, wipes his brow with a brightly coloured handkerchief, and hops up to take a breather on a floating piece of rock. "I am more of a lover than a fighter," he warns, though Ever will be more than aware of that fact. "So I am glad you are not expecting to necessarily get better at fighting."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
