Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Now there is an idea." Grinning and opening his mouth to decline his next drink only to find Flora ordering it with the sort of quick gestures he's seen in himself more than enough times, Mateo lets out a warm laugh and commits to enjoying one last round with his sister. "Ugh, you say that, but I really would prefer not to tangle with them. For all of their sciocchezze, our parents probably would not have been quite so shit if it were not for the gods."
Assured that he is going to LOVE Torchline - and tomorrow he will likely wake up and wonder if he actually agreed to this or if he dreamed it - Mateo stretches an arm out to help steady Flora as she digs around in her bag. "What is that?" he asks of the parchment, only for the conversation to suddenly and seamlessly whirl around to Everest. "...Because he does not want to go?" he says, as if that much was not obvious. "I... you have seen Ever since he was infected compared to how he used to be. Is it so surprising that he does not want to go back to that?"
Assured that he is going to LOVE Torchline - and tomorrow he will likely wake up and wonder if he actually agreed to this or if he dreamed it - Mateo stretches an arm out to help steady Flora as she digs around in her bag. "What is that?" he asks of the parchment, only for the conversation to suddenly and seamlessly whirl around to Everest. "...Because he does not want to go?" he says, as if that much was not obvious. "I... you have seen Ever since he was infected compared to how he used to be. Is it so surprising that he does not want to go back to 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
