Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"I could hardly say no," Mateo says with a faux-exaggerated sigh belied by the warm amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Especially not when I was asked in person. On purpose. By our father." He shrugs. "Besides, if they had tried to get anyone else to do living decor, I might have never spoken to them ever again." All of which is to say that no, he hadn't planned on missing this - and based on what happens next, the botanist is very, very glad he'd decided to show up.
Having spotted Enzo creeping up nearby, Mateo of course is a picture perfect example of neutrality, and his lips have just parted to answer Flora's question when up she goes, the botanist left grinning hard enough to show his dimples as the twins are reunited. "We are on sale. Buy one, get this free," he tells his brother, gesturing to himself with a casual shrug.
As for trying, based on the crowd of people - alive for a night and permanently so - starting to flood the proceedings, his eyes are drawn in particular to a woman who demands nothing less than full attention. Leather, check. Thigh high boots, check. Possibly a penis?
Edrei Launceleyn, say no more.
"Sorellina, you take your sweet time," he croons to Flora, grinning to both his siblings before he peels away from them to go and approach what he doesn't know - or care - is a very old friend of his fathers'.
"Do I have to be this tall to ride?" he wonders as he slips intoEdrei's orbit. "Because I can get a stepladder if I have to."
Having spotted Enzo creeping up nearby, Mateo of course is a picture perfect example of neutrality, and his lips have just parted to answer Flora's question when up she goes, the botanist left grinning hard enough to show his dimples as the twins are reunited. "We are on sale. Buy one, get this free," he tells his brother, gesturing to himself with a casual shrug.
As for trying, based on the crowd of people - alive for a night and permanently so - starting to flood the proceedings, his eyes are drawn in particular to a woman who demands nothing less than full attention. Leather, check. Thigh high boots, check. Possibly a penis?
"Sorellina, you take your sweet time," he croons to Flora, grinning to both his siblings before he peels away from them to go and approach what he doesn't know - or care - is a very old friend of his fathers'.
"Do I have to be this tall to ride?" he wonders as he slips into
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
