Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
The man in question spills out of a bar a couple of buildings over, having been coaxed and corralled by whispers to hear about someone in need of 'a doctor' in one of the skinny alleyways nearby. Mateo had insisted he was dressed as a doctor a week ago or more, and even though it makes no difference to the type of medicine he might supply, they really need to stop addressing him as such before anyone gets the wrong idea.
With the clamour of laughter and conversation swallowing back up into the night as the door to the bar clicks shut again, Colt will hear instead the jaunty tap of heels against the cobbles, until Mateo's silhouette appears at the mouth of the alley. It's his boots that have been making the noise, heeled and capped to click satisfyingly along the stone, and he tilts his head towards Colt as if trying to decide if he properly recognises her.
It was only one time and it had been at Vesper's birthday at the Hanged Man, and he's not sober, so it's a fight for understanding he soon gives up on. "You were looking for me?" he trills, tipping a wink through kohl-lined blue eyes and shrugging the obnoxiously pink fur jacket higher up onto his shoulders where it has started to slip. "What do you need?"
With the clamour of laughter and conversation swallowing back up into the night as the door to the bar clicks shut again, Colt will hear instead the jaunty tap of heels against the cobbles, until Mateo's silhouette appears at the mouth of the alley. It's his boots that have been making the noise, heeled and capped to click satisfyingly along the stone, and he tilts his head towards Colt as if trying to decide if he properly recognises her.
It was only one time and it had been at Vesper's birthday at the Hanged Man, and he's not sober, so it's a fight for understanding he soon gives up on. "You were looking for me?" he trills, tipping a wink through kohl-lined blue eyes and shrugging the obnoxiously pink fur jacket higher up onto his shoulders where it has started to slip. "What do you need?"
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
