Mateo
Mateo arrives - cue the fireworks, air horns, t-shirt cannons, etcetera.
Is he already a little buzzed? (A lot buzzed?) Yeah, maybe.
Who cares, though? It's his little sister's leaving party for the place she'd raised up from the ground and there will be utter chaos and delight right up until the end of the night and perhaps even after that, if he has his way.
Wearing a cropped shirt that seems to be made out of tiny, jingling gold coins and a pair of neon pink yoga pants that leave his calves exposed, he's evidently come from quite a different sort of party to here based on the body glitter and bright, kaleidoscopic make-up. "Sorellinaaaaaa," he purrs to Flora, waving his hand in a wide arc despite only being a few feet away.
"This place looks great! Let me get you a drink!" Or five. Or even ten!
Is he already a little buzzed? (A lot buzzed?) Yeah, maybe.
Who cares, though? It's his little sister's leaving party for the place she'd raised up from the ground and there will be utter chaos and delight right up until the end of the night and perhaps even after that, if he has his way.
Wearing a cropped shirt that seems to be made out of tiny, jingling gold coins and a pair of neon pink yoga pants that leave his calves exposed, he's evidently come from quite a different sort of party to here based on the body glitter and bright, kaleidoscopic make-up. "Sorellinaaaaaa," he purrs to Flora, waving his hand in a wide arc despite only being a few feet away.
"This place looks great! Let me get you a drink!" Or five. Or even ten!
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
