Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Raising his eyebrows as Flora goes on full Kai defence, Mateo tries and fails to contain his dimpled grin behind his glass as he finishes off her cocktail. "You know I knew him growing up, right?" he says. "While you were playing in the Greatwood and I was up in Stormbreak." He knows just how sweet and funny and ghost-wary Kai can be, and probably a lot of other things besides that Flora would prefer he didn't bring up.
But then she's suddenly gone - and even though he'd provoked it on purpose and for fun, he's still grumbling as he follows in her wake with a mai tai in hand that she'd not collected from him. Arriving in the kitchen a moment later, it's to see Remi on plate duty and Ronin and Kai hard at work. Both of them dark-haired chefs with a soldier's posture and a little white dragon perched around them to supervise.
Fuck, it's too good a line not to draw.
"Aw," he croons, pressing the drink into Flora's hand, before whispering, "doesn't he look like dad?"
But then she's suddenly gone - and even though he'd provoked it on purpose and for fun, he's still grumbling as he follows in her wake with a mai tai in hand that she'd not collected from him. Arriving in the kitchen a moment later, it's to see Remi on plate duty and Ronin and Kai hard at work. Both of them dark-haired chefs with a soldier's posture and a little white dragon perched around them to supervise.
Fuck, it's too good a line not to draw.
"Aw," he croons, pressing the drink into Flora's hand, before whispering, "doesn't he look like dad?"
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
