Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Speaking of the wrong thing, the moment Remi Taliesin set foot into Molly's, of course whispers began to circulate. And in the short few moments it has taken him to approach the counter and enter discourse with the young man there, word reaches one of the elegant side rooms where Mateo is smoking, expertly applying makeup to a couple of workers and being appropriately compensated for his skills.
His father.
At the brothel.
With a girl.
Asking for a room.
It's less that Mateo absolutely must see this for himself (even though that part is still true) and more that he's concerned for his parents' marriage, but either way, no sooner has Isla hurried off to tend to the fire when the botanist appears, curls carelessly tousled by gentle fingers, pants unbuttoned, shirt open and with some magnificently applied eyeliner.
"Dad?" he blurts.
His father.
At the brothel.
With a girl.
Asking for a room.
It's less that Mateo absolutely must see this for himself (even though that part is still true) and more that he's concerned for his parents' marriage, but either way, no sooner has Isla hurried off to tend to the fire when the botanist appears, curls carelessly tousled by gentle fingers, pants unbuttoned, shirt open and with some magnificently applied eyeliner.
"Dad?" he blurts.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
