Mateo
Rolling his shoulders as if to let his body adjust and grow comfortable with this new level of inebriation, Mateo is more than used to subtle side eyes - and much more overt glances in his direction - such that he turns quite smoothly towards the tall stranger who has come to join him at the bar. The train of thought that has been wrapped in curiosity at the sight of the other man bursts into full bloom as he takes him in; a crackling haze of cupid's bow lips and constellations of freckles.
"Santo dio," he says, almost under his breath, the worst warped by his own dimpled smile. "You can tempt me with much more than that, amo." Grinning now, he straightens up properly and inclines his head as if in apology that they haven't run into each other before now. "My usual haunt is a little more skyward," he explains, gesturing to the ceiling and, presumably, the world beyond it and Stormbreak hovering far above.
"My sister convinced me to take a vacation down here in Torchline. So far I am not disappointed. Mateo," he says, adding his name with a brief curl of his fingers towards himself.
"Santo dio," he says, almost under his breath, the worst warped by his own dimpled smile. "You can tempt me with much more than that, amo." Grinning now, he straightens up properly and inclines his head as if in apology that they haven't run into each other before now. "My usual haunt is a little more skyward," he explains, gesturing to the ceiling and, presumably, the world beyond it and Stormbreak hovering far above.
"My sister convinced me to take a vacation down here in Torchline. So far I am not disappointed. Mateo," he says, adding his name with a brief curl of his fingers towards himself.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
