Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Mmhm," Mateo says with a dramatic widening of his eyes, very happy to close the lid on those memories forever if he can. Whilst not as drunk as Flora (he's had quite a lot of practice in being inebriated every day by now, don't you know), the botanist is certainly very socially lubricated by now, and he straightens and turns on his barstool to see Flora's Dark and Brooding beau swan into The White Hart as if he owns the place, whether he knows he's doing it or not.
"I am going to make myself scarce before I have any new trauma to add to my existing set," he decides with a musical laugh, leaning in to hug Flora tightly (and hug Jack as well, given how she's wrapped around the captain currently). "Thank you for coming to visit me, sorellina. I think I needed this more than even I realised. I will see you very soon, yes?" Grinning and slipping off his barstool, Mateo wobbles a little before seeming to adjust to his new state of tipsy, promptly swanning for the door - snow be damned.
"I am going to make myself scarce before I have any new trauma to add to my existing set," he decides with a musical laugh, leaning in to hug Flora tightly (and hug Jack as well, given how she's wrapped around the captain currently). "Thank you for coming to visit me, sorellina. I think I needed this more than even I realised. I will see you very soon, yes?" Grinning and slipping off his barstool, Mateo wobbles a little before seeming to adjust to his new state of tipsy, promptly swanning for the door - snow be damned.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
