champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"I have no idea, but I do not care for it," Mateo says, equally as confused and already unfastening his apron so he can lift it over his head, revealing the tank top beneath made of a sheer blue material that deepens the colour of his eyes. "I was thinking of going to bother the researchers at the Observatory to see if they could tell me anything. Everyone knows it is happening but there have not been any announcements, so..." So either they've got no idea what's going on, or they just aren't informing the citizens about it. Neither is encouraging.
Collecting his shop keys and a pair of sunglasses, Mateo perches them jauntily on his nose and leads them out of the building, locking up and immediately falling into step with Ever in a way that feels familiar and grounding; all the things Stormbreak isn't lately. "Shall we go through the Celestine?" he asks, gesturing around the plaza as if to tell Ever he can feel free to choose the route that makes him most comfortable.
"Oh, I bet," he adds, grinning at the prospect of his friend taking a cool dip in the water with his smoking hot girlfriend. "Though I would have thought Isla would enjoy the hot weather. Ancients like it that way, no?"
Collecting his shop keys and a pair of sunglasses, Mateo perches them jauntily on his nose and leads them out of the building, locking up and immediately falling into step with Ever in a way that feels familiar and grounding; all the things Stormbreak isn't lately. "Shall we go through the Celestine?" he asks, gesturing around the plaza as if to tell Ever he can feel free to choose the route that makes him most comfortable.
"Oh, I bet," he adds, grinning at the prospect of his friend taking a cool dip in the water with his smoking hot girlfriend. "Though I would have thought Isla would enjoy the hot weather. Ancients like it that way, no?"
