Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Mm, you may be a miracle, sorellina, but you are not a dream come true now, are you?" Mateo can't help the smile that tugs at his lips at the easy way Flora continues to emotionally hold him steady, handing out hard truths and gentle support in the same breath. And he realises she's utterly correct in her point - she did turn out wonderfully, whatever part their parents did or didn't play. Feeling his shoulders relax a fraction - and raising his eyebrows at the idea of watering their new sibling - he glances back towards his fathers.
Remi's words land this time, striking true, and though Mateo's jaw tries to feather against it, the pleased smile that crosses his face entirely gives him away. "Thank you for thinking of us," he says quietly. "I hope it does not need to be said that we do not need to hear the gory details about the... babypatch, was it? But... let us know when to expect to hear crying from the Northaven, yes?" Whether that's from the baby or their parents.
Remi's words land this time, striking true, and though Mateo's jaw tries to feather against it, the pleased smile that crosses his face entirely gives him away. "Thank you for thinking of us," he says quietly. "I hope it does not need to be said that we do not need to hear the gory details about the... babypatch, was it? But... let us know when to expect to hear crying from the Northaven, yes?" Whether that's from the baby or their parents.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
