Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"I am saying that even the toughest of us can occasionally use some TLC," Mateo informs her haughtily, smirking around a sip of his new drink. "And I doubt you have need for my tips or tricks now that you are so happy and in love. But just in case, I find it always helps to make sure they know how big and strong they are." Chuckling - it might be a joke, but Mateo isn't to know that this brand of flattery isn't nearly close to what Jack is into - the botanist sets down his glass so he can better focus on the Hotaru aspect of the conversation.
Humming his agreement and nodding as Flora explains, it's with an expression that's as concerned as it is sad that he leans in to hug his sister. "I did not know she was even infected. That is terrible. You were not hurt or anything?" he asks, just to make sure. She's already said she's alright now, but sue him for wanting to double check.
Groaning under his breath as Flora finally comes out and asks what it was he'd been discussing with Remi, Mateo scrunches his nose and props an elbow on the bar. "Yes and no," he mutters. "I was upset that nobody told me that you were alive before the Festival of Lights. Remi was affronted that I would even need to be informed, because of course our almighty parents would never have let anything happen to you permanently." Tell that to Enzo and Aoife, amirite?
"He said I could have written, which is true, but I... cazzo, Flora, I thought you were dead. I was not thinking about letters. Anyway, it turned even uglier from there. He said I was making it about myself, and asked me what I had done for you lately, since he had... you know, brought you back from the dead." He rolls his eyes. "So if I can do anything... I am here, you know. I am not perfect, but I am here."
Humming his agreement and nodding as Flora explains, it's with an expression that's as concerned as it is sad that he leans in to hug his sister. "I did not know she was even infected. That is terrible. You were not hurt or anything?" he asks, just to make sure. She's already said she's alright now, but sue him for wanting to double check.
Groaning under his breath as Flora finally comes out and asks what it was he'd been discussing with Remi, Mateo scrunches his nose and props an elbow on the bar. "Yes and no," he mutters. "I was upset that nobody told me that you were alive before the Festival of Lights. Remi was affronted that I would even need to be informed, because of course our almighty parents would never have let anything happen to you permanently." Tell that to Enzo and Aoife, amirite?
"He said I could have written, which is true, but I... cazzo, Flora, I thought you were dead. I was not thinking about letters. Anyway, it turned even uglier from there. He said I was making it about myself, and asked me what I had done for you lately, since he had... you know, brought you back from the dead." He rolls his eyes. "So if I can do anything... I am here, you know. I am not perfect, but I am here."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
