Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Flora is lucky - Mateo is on a break between orgies, though what's telling isn't that his (several pairs of) shoes are stacked by the door, but that his bunny ear slippers are not. At hearing her key in the lock he comes scuffing out in them from the kitchen, a pair of sunglasses shading his eyes despite the fact that the sun hasn't risen in days, the botanist slurping some obnoxious cocktail he's made through a curly straw. "You're home early, sorellina," he purrs to her around the straw in greeting, gesturing for her to follow him into the kitchen for refreshments.
That is until he sees the look on her face, Mateo immediately setting his glass on the sideboard and pushing up his sunglasses to rest amongst his curls to see her properly. "What happened?" he asks, crossing the entry way to knock the front door shut and draw her into his arms as easily as if she'd told him all about what had happened already. "Would you like booze or tea? Or booze in tea?" he asks, already ushering her towards the kitchen.
That is until he sees the look on her face, Mateo immediately setting his glass on the sideboard and pushing up his sunglasses to rest amongst his curls to see her properly. "What happened?" he asks, crossing the entry way to knock the front door shut and draw her into his arms as easily as if she'd told him all about what had happened already. "Would you like booze or tea? Or booze in tea?" he asks, already ushering her towards the kitchen.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
