champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
You know what? Mateo is fine.
He might not know whose shirt he's wearing (a dark coloured thing embroidered with silver and a bit too long on the arms) and his recreational drug use has become a little more regular than some (i.e. his parents, probably) might like, but he's absolutely fine. Just ask the people who visit his shop, or the people whose sheets he finds himself betwixt in Mother Molly's.
Having been watering the hanging plants at the back of the shop - and speaking to them softly, because he's not a monster - as Ever's voice rings out, at first the botanist mistakes it for another customer, or one of the deliveries he has scheduled. And in his defence, he really has never heard Everest Hart sound like this, and it's been over half a season since he's seen him.
"One moment!" he calls, lowering the watering can and reaching up to tighten the top knot his curls have been lifted into, before heading through the veritable jungle towards the entrance. At the sight of his friend, of course, Mateo all but lights up with his shock, spreading his arms and offering an over-bright grin.
"And what time do you call this?" he gushes, striding forward to wrap the other man in a hug that's maybe a bit too tight.
He might not know whose shirt he's wearing (a dark coloured thing embroidered with silver and a bit too long on the arms) and his recreational drug use has become a little more regular than some (i.e. his parents, probably) might like, but he's absolutely fine. Just ask the people who visit his shop, or the people whose sheets he finds himself betwixt in Mother Molly's.
Having been watering the hanging plants at the back of the shop - and speaking to them softly, because he's not a monster - as Ever's voice rings out, at first the botanist mistakes it for another customer, or one of the deliveries he has scheduled. And in his defence, he really has never heard Everest Hart sound like this, and it's been over half a season since he's seen him.
"One moment!" he calls, lowering the watering can and reaching up to tighten the top knot his curls have been lifted into, before heading through the veritable jungle towards the entrance. At the sight of his friend, of course, Mateo all but lights up with his shock, spreading his arms and offering an over-bright grin.
"And what time do you call this?" he gushes, striding forward to wrap the other man in a hug that's maybe a bit too tight.
