champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Smiling automatically into the arm she slips around his neck and the way their lips are almost touching as they speak to one another, Mateo’s brows narrow furrow to hear that all is not entirely sunshine and roses with their plan. Tilting his head, at first to Charlie and then down at her feet, understanding dawns on the botanist’s face even as he straightens up from her. ”I see. Well in that case we had better swap footwear, hadn’t we? It has only been weeks since I last wore something like this, rather than centuries.”
Already he is leaning down to remove his sandals (he’s already wearing fishnets under his pants too, it’s fine), stepping out of them and holding a hand out expectantly for the boots the petite Ancient has donned for the evening. They are just as likely to look good on him as her, he reasons, and besides, one can’t be storming around the city in the middle of the night with uncomfortable footwear. It just isn’t the done thing.
Already he is leaning down to remove his sandals (he’s already wearing fishnets under his pants too, it’s fine), stepping out of them and holding a hand out expectantly for the boots the petite Ancient has donned for the evening. They are just as likely to look good on him as her, he reasons, and besides, one can’t be storming around the city in the middle of the night with uncomfortable footwear. It just isn’t the done thing.
