Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"They did not," Mateo hisses back to his sister, invested in the gossip regardless of the subject - especially when it happens to be their parents, in fact. "And what gives them the right?" he wonders, raising an eyebrow back at the good captain as he exchanges barbs and handshakes with Remi. "Did he fuck with them in a past life or something?" Having straightened up enough to accept the fuss, Mateo admires the chevron pattern on Flora's dress (as she had always known he would), glancing up only as she fingers the pearl necklace he's adorned.
"Mm... no," he sings (and it's in the exact tone you think it is), tucking the necklace away with the others and turning his attention instead towards Jack. "Piacere," he trills, inclining his head to the other man, only for Remi's voice to draw his attention - more specifically, the way he has not offered him another drink. Letting his jaw drop in outrage and gesturing to his mostly empty glass, he lets that stand for itself.
"Mm... no," he sings (and it's in the exact tone you think it is), tucking the necklace away with the others and turning his attention instead towards Jack. "Piacere," he trills, inclining his head to the other man, only for Remi's voice to draw his attention - more specifically, the way he has not offered him another drink. Letting his jaw drop in outrage and gesturing to his mostly empty glass, he lets that stand for itself.
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
