// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
Uncertain what Mateo had done to earn such a swift jab to the ribs, he can't complain when it sends Flora splendidly spilling back to his side. Straightening up a touch as she approaches, an arm naturally folds around her, hand splaying along her lower back. The cardigan is a lost cause despite her efforts, sparking a soft smile at the fact she attempts to save it. "Should wash out at least," he murmurs, and isn't it nice to have that be the worst event of the evening, thus far.
Her kiss is returned in equal earnest, his second hand abandoning its claim on the counter to find her waist, fingers curling tighter against her. He leans into the buzz of her, propriety momentarily forgotten when everything's hot honey. The sound of Mateo's voice cracks through the moment though, and a smile streaks across his features in response as they drift apart enough to see each other again. "You bribed them all, didn't you?" he huffs out just for her, but he's beaming far too much behind her praise to keep any sort of playfully accusing look for her.
"On it," he says louder, to Ronin, reaching for his shrimp tray with one parting peck on her cheek. He does grab the apron this time with his other hand, slipping it on over his head as he settles near the dad duo to get to frying. "There's been some colorful eggs lately," he says absently in response to the house's activity. "Also took a chair to the shins the other day," he mutters as some shrimp plop into the oil with a hiss. The chair had suddenly been slid out at him as he'd been walking by, and he can't decide if it was payback for leaving the toilet seat up a time too many or if the offerings of jellybeans had not been acceptable.
Her kiss is returned in equal earnest, his second hand abandoning its claim on the counter to find her waist, fingers curling tighter against her. He leans into the buzz of her, propriety momentarily forgotten when everything's hot honey. The sound of Mateo's voice cracks through the moment though, and a smile streaks across his features in response as they drift apart enough to see each other again. "You bribed them all, didn't you?" he huffs out just for her, but he's beaming far too much behind her praise to keep any sort of playfully accusing look for her.
"On it," he says louder, to Ronin, reaching for his shrimp tray with one parting peck on her cheek. He does grab the apron this time with his other hand, slipping it on over his head as he settles near the dad duo to get to frying. "There's been some colorful eggs lately," he says absently in response to the house's activity. "Also took a chair to the shins the other day," he mutters as some shrimp plop into the oil with a hiss. The chair had suddenly been slid out at him as he'd been walking by, and he can't decide if it was payback for leaving the toilet seat up a time too many or if the offerings of jellybeans had not been acceptable.
Kaisel
// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
