Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Ah, yes. Our white knightly father, who will help ducklings across the road but cannot spare a second for his children. Not to even mention how he treated you and Enzo as kids." Deep in the throes of bitterness now, clearly, Mateo of course isn't to know about the relationship Flora has with Ronin these days - not that his opinion would likely change despite it. His shoulders slumping, and his next drink disappearing in one smooth movement, he leans into the kiss she presses to his cheek.
"What is fucked up is that they could have made me anything at all but they decided to go with short," he grumbles, more than happy to have Flora draped around him, pushing his empty glass away. "Not that I do not make it work, of course, but come on." Huffing a curl out of his face, Flora's buoyant victory does at least raise his spirits some, and he begrudgingly gives her a dimpled smile.
"I did wonder where they were disappearing to," he mutters. "Alright. I will take perhaps an extended vacation in Torchline, and if the witch here is not deposed, I will consider moving there for good. How is that?"
"What is fucked up is that they could have made me anything at all but they decided to go with short," he grumbles, more than happy to have Flora draped around him, pushing his empty glass away. "Not that I do not make it work, of course, but come on." Huffing a curl out of his face, Flora's buoyant victory does at least raise his spirits some, and he begrudgingly gives her a dimpled smile.
"I did wonder where they were disappearing to," he mutters. "Alright. I will take perhaps an extended vacation in Torchline, and if the witch here is not deposed, I will consider moving there for good. How is that?"
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
