champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
”Ah, you do?” Mateo grins, wiggling his fishnet toes to her before going about slipping on her boots. ”Tomorrow we shall have to take you shopping. Stormbreak has the best boutiques in Caido, if you ask me.” And of course the botanist will only get himself the best, so Charlie can trust that it’s true. In the meantime, it’s with a lot of creativity and wiggle room that he clasps and buckles his new footwear.
And yes, Mateo does have to stand on his toes even before he’s in the shoes to get them to fit, but whatever. He’s high and drunk enough not to feel it, and they are delightful boots to strut around in. With a toss of his curls as he straightens up, he offers his hand back to the (even shorter) Ancient and begins to click away in the direction of the Spyglass.
And yes, Mateo does have to stand on his toes even before he’s in the shoes to get them to fit, but whatever. He’s high and drunk enough not to feel it, and they are delightful boots to strut around in. With a toss of his curls as he straightens up, he offers his hand back to the (even shorter) Ancient and begins to click away in the direction of the Spyglass.
