Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Mateo has swanned through the doors of The Hanged Man many a time now, but this is the first time in a long while that he's brought a new botanical addition for the space. For the triplets and their space, specifically, but tomayto, tomahto and all that. Either way, he steps inside already streaming with colour and charm, and the shirt (if it can be called such) that drapes over him is cast in an array of jewel-tones that waft and move like butterfly wings when he spreads his arms.
In said arms is said plant; a vibrant and thriving little thing bearing curious white fruit with red seeds dotted along their shining surfaces. "Happy Birthday!" he announces cheerfully to them all, setting the plant on the bar and grinning between Nova and Calypso. "These are called pineberries - they are a hybrid fruit that tastes a little like a pineapple. I thought it would be a good garnish for your cocktails. I put care instructions inside."
Tipping a wink to them through heavily kohled eyes decorated with a wash of twinkling cobalt blue, he then of course steps around to Vesper, thoughts immediately hazed with playful heat. "Nice hat," he purrs, fingers ghosting along the small of his back as he drifts by. "I have another present for you, if you like. But don't tell your sisters - just meet me in that cupboard back there when you get a chance."
In said arms is said plant; a vibrant and thriving little thing bearing curious white fruit with red seeds dotted along their shining surfaces. "Happy Birthday!" he announces cheerfully to them all, setting the plant on the bar and grinning between Nova and Calypso. "These are called pineberries - they are a hybrid fruit that tastes a little like a pineapple. I thought it would be a good garnish for your cocktails. I put care instructions inside."
Tipping a wink to them through heavily kohled eyes decorated with a wash of twinkling cobalt blue, he then of course steps around to Vesper, thoughts immediately hazed with playful heat. "Nice hat," he purrs, fingers ghosting along the small of his back as he drifts by. "I have another present for you, if you like. But don't tell your sisters - just meet me in that cupboard back there when you get a chance."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
