champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
The stream of expletives continues for a couple of seconds after Ever first steps into the shop, before Mateo seems to realise quite abruptly that he has company. It's another second before he recognises the sound of said company, and whatever polite tone he'd been about to affect dissolves away to his true emotions. "Everest, Stormbreak is cursed and everything is ruined," he announces, reacting proportionally as always as he comes flouncing through the shop towards his friend.
He's still in his florist apron and his hair is up in a loose knot to keep the worst of the heat off the back of his neck, but there's a smudge of soil on his cheek and dirt on his knees as he gestures back through the warren of vines and leaves. "There are cracks in my walls and some of my plants are dying," he continues, his tone confirming that it's the second point he's really annoyed about, before he gives an exasperated huff and forces himself to focus on his friend.
"Anyway, hello. It is good to see you - sorry about all of the mess."
He's still in his florist apron and his hair is up in a loose knot to keep the worst of the heat off the back of his neck, but there's a smudge of soil on his cheek and dirt on his knees as he gestures back through the warren of vines and leaves. "There are cracks in my walls and some of my plants are dying," he continues, his tone confirming that it's the second point he's really annoyed about, before he gives an exasperated huff and forces himself to focus on his friend.
"Anyway, hello. It is good to see you - sorry about all of the mess."
