Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Mateo also doesn't announce himself, which might seem rare for a man who usually needs no introduction - and his pink wayfarers and turquoise swimming shorts (today adorned with lemons) certainly don't let him fade into the background either. But with both of his parents canoodling around at the BBQ, it seems wise to give it a wide berth for all kinds of reasons, not least of which is the possibility of seeing more than he bargained for.
Luckily the food is abundant and not just around the cookfire, Mateo snagging a plate and loading it with chicken wings and seared pinapple rings - and no he's not taking feedback on his choices - while he surveys the growing get together. Flora and Sohalia receive a bright wave and a crooked smile, and he's about to sidle over to pick their brains about whatever gossip they are obviously heavily invested in (and who's the new girl, anyway? when he spots one particularly delicious looking red flag.
Heat flares fresh in his mind at the sight of Vesper, settled like a lazy predator on the outskirts of the proceedings, and given that he has no idea that he literally can't sneak up on the other man, Mateo weaves through the crowd with intent until he can find himself at the demigod's side. "And here I expected to see you in the fray," he trills, letting his fingers whisper absently across Vesper's shoulders as he ducks into the shade as well. "Not your scene?"
Luckily the food is abundant and not just around the cookfire, Mateo snagging a plate and loading it with chicken wings and seared pinapple rings - and no he's not taking feedback on his choices - while he surveys the growing get together. Flora and Sohalia receive a bright wave and a crooked smile, and he's about to sidle over to pick their brains about whatever gossip they are obviously heavily invested in (and who's the new girl, anyway? when he spots one particularly delicious looking red flag.
Heat flares fresh in his mind at the sight of Vesper, settled like a lazy predator on the outskirts of the proceedings, and given that he has no idea that he literally can't sneak up on the other man, Mateo weaves through the crowd with intent until he can find himself at the demigod's side. "And here I expected to see you in the fray," he trills, letting his fingers whisper absently across Vesper's shoulders as he ducks into the shade as well. "Not your scene?"
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
