champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Mateo is delighted, naturally, to see his water balloon hit its mark - so far, every round has been a success, and he can't help but feel smug about that. Granted, his delight soon turns to utter shock and surprise, the botanist nearly jumping out of his skin and inhaling sharply to feel not one, but two balloons burst over his head, and he whips around to narrow his eyes at the only culprit directly behind him. (That would be you, Koa).
"You will get yours," he playfully seethes at his friend, nodding to Melita and following her (and the floating bucket of balloons which he assumes to be his sister) across the rooftops. No stranger to clambering on surfaces that shouldn't really be clambered upon, Mateo moves on quick, sure feet and without any fear of heights, eager for more chaos.
"You will get yours," he playfully seethes at his friend, nodding to Melita and following her (and the floating bucket of balloons which he assumes to be his sister) across the rooftops. No stranger to clambering on surfaces that shouldn't really be clambered upon, Mateo moves on quick, sure feet and without any fear of heights, eager for more chaos.
