Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Lo so, ma è il tuo preferito," Mateo trills in response as he prepares another mai tai for his father. "...Lo è ancora, vero?" he adds a little uncertainly; it's been a long time and the botanist knows that more than anyone (having been the one to put that space between them), so Remi's tastes might well have changed since they last shared a drink together. Moving past that rather swiftly to decorate the cocktail with a little yellow umbrella, he passes it across to the Bastion with a quick smile before grabbing his own for a very healthy sip of it.
Almost choking to let out a scoff of laughter - gentile is a death knell in all languages. "Lo conosco da quando eravamo bambini," he says with a wave of a hand. "Non mi sarei mai aspettato che stesse con Flora, ma è un bravo ragazzo." He raises his eyebrows and smiles over the rim of his glass, as if to say so you should maybe be good too.
Almost choking to let out a scoff of laughter - gentile is a death knell in all languages. "Lo conosco da quando eravamo bambini," he says with a wave of a hand. "Non mi sarei mai aspettato che stesse con Flora, ma è un bravo ragazzo." He raises his eyebrows and smiles over the rim of his glass, as if to say so you should maybe be good too.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
