Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Listen, some men are born to be soldiers, and some men are Mateo Taliesin and Everest Hart. Give them some credit - they've got to start somewhere. For Mateo's part at least, he's just as pleased as his friend that he's been able to dodge out of the way, though the ominous writhing of his tentacles suggests that they are not quite as thrilled.
"Perfetto!" He grins, hopping down from the floating rock and turning to face the aviator a second time. "Alright, try this one!" He says it as if it's going to be any less terrible than the first attempt, and Mateo looks more like he's dancing than trying to strike as he reaches out again with his 'weapon' - wink... wonk?
Anyway. Bippity, boppity, tentacle rod!
"Perfetto!" He grins, hopping down from the floating rock and turning to face the aviator a second time. "Alright, try this one!" He says it as if it's going to be any less terrible than the first attempt, and Mateo looks more like he's dancing than trying to strike as he reaches out again with his 'weapon' - wink... wonk?
Anyway. Bippity, boppity, tentacle rod!
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
