Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"My eyes are up here," Mateo sasses his father as he sees the Lullaby's gaze drop, the botanist hastily buttoning his pants nonetheless given that he's probably not going to be able to get back to his afternoon any time soon. "And there have been better times, honestly." Sidestepping to allow other patrons to book their rooms (and blowing a brief kiss to the corsetted young man), Mateo leans back against one of the elegant pillars.
"What is this about? Are you and dad okay? You know, if you wanted to have an affair anywhere, coming to Stormbreak probably was not the wisest of ideas." Not only is it, you know, where Mateo lives, but Ronin is still well known and well liked in the region. Suddenly needing a drink, the botanist turns to the bar only to see it very recently put-out, smoke still hazing the counter. "You have been here for thirty seconds and something caught fire," he points out.
"What is this about? Are you and dad okay? You know, if you wanted to have an affair anywhere, coming to Stormbreak probably was not the wisest of ideas." Not only is it, you know, where Mateo lives, but Ronin is still well known and well liked in the region. Suddenly needing a drink, the botanist turns to the bar only to see it very recently put-out, smoke still hazing the counter. "You have been here for thirty seconds and something caught fire," he points out.
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
