Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Waving in a wide arc to his father and sister as he arrives, at last, with his team of creatives, Mateo smooches Flora on the cheek in thanks for her pre-sorting their decorations into more than appropriate groupings. "Perfetto," he purrs to her, before observing the foundations so far and the work that has been done by the Abandoned to dig deep towards the water table. "For this one I think we should celebrate the Mer," he announces.
Gesturing to baskets of green and blue and gold coloured stones, he suggests to a couple of the artists-turned-friends that they incorporate swimming fish and a Mer pouring water from a vase, or some other such tranquil image. They have to warm up to the more lewd stuff, right? (And, y'know, maybe the Mer will be a she and she'll have her tits out).
Gesturing to baskets of green and blue and gold coloured stones, he suggests to a couple of the artists-turned-friends that they incorporate swimming fish and a Mer pouring water from a vase, or some other such tranquil image. They have to warm up to the more lewd stuff, right? (And, y'know, maybe the Mer will be a she and she'll have her tits 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
