Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
Everest doesn't have to wait for long; this year, Mateo has no lantern to present at the festival. One can blame the shifts and dips in his mood for such a thing (and OOC you can blame my fucking life); every time he'd tried to create something for his nonna, he'd find himself laying face down in bed, or lost at the bottom of a bottle somewhere. "I imagine there are some near the docks," he says softly as they approach the lake. "This does not seem the usual place for a skyboat to land."
Waving to his fathers and rushing over to Flora to offer her a kiss to the cheek and gushing about her outfit and hair, it's not long before Mateo returns to his friend. It might be out of habit or it might be because he's the one who needs the proximity and familiarity this time, but either way, he's stuck to Ever like glue. "Shall we hang the lantern?" he asks.
Waving to his fathers and rushing over to Flora to offer her a kiss to the cheek and gushing about her outfit and hair, it's not long before Mateo returns to his friend. It might be out of habit or it might be because he's the one who needs the proximity and familiarity this time, but either way, he's stuck to Ever like glue. "Shall we hang the lantern?" he asks.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
