Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Having been fully prepared to have to close the door in Remi's face to prevent him from simply deciding that he had to speak to Flora then and there, it's only the fact that their father is apparently here to see him that has him taking pause. His brows furrow into a scowl that's all Ronin, expressive brows over blue eyes, and it takes a hot second for the words to fully sink in. When they do, though, he leans back a little to check the clock. If there'd been a calendar, he'd have checked that too.
"The Festival of Lights was a season ago," he says, holding up a hand as the present is offered out. Mateo's frown softens, but rather than angry, the boy merely looks hurt.
"This is not fair. I have been doing better," he murmurs. "I came down to Torchline for a bit, and I have been spending a lot of time with people who care about me. I am starting to feel better, Remi. Why are you doing this now?" Why open that box of awful things now, instead of just after the festival, or for however long Mateo has been in the region?
"I do not even believe that you know what you are apologising for. So... thank you, but I do not need it."
"The Festival of Lights was a season ago," he says, holding up a hand as the present is offered out. Mateo's frown softens, but rather than angry, the boy merely looks hurt.
"This is not fair. I have been doing better," he murmurs. "I came down to Torchline for a bit, and I have been spending a lot of time with people who care about me. I am starting to feel better, Remi. Why are you doing this now?" Why open that box of awful things now, instead of just after the festival, or for however long Mateo has been in the region?
"I do not even believe that you know what you are apologising for. So... thank you, but I do not need it."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
