Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Smiling victoriously to himself as he's called rude, like Flora has just stamped him with a badge of honor, Mateo takes a noisy slurp of his drink and leans back once again into the late afternoon sunshine, letting the warmth play across his cheeks. "Still too many details," he says pointedly to Remi as the Bastion begins talking about the merits of protection and the Taliesins' lack of need for it, as he sits up again it's with a dimpled grin nevertheless. This feels natural again now, and so as he tilts his head suddenly to Ronin, he doesn't try to hide the amusement in his voice.
"I know all of this was very exciting, but I think you might be letting dinner burn," he tells his father, nodding towards the interior of the Northaven where the mahi-mahi might be little more than cinders by now. Not that three quarters of the table is likely to care, but Ronin will probably be devastated if that's the case.
"I know all of this was very exciting, but I think you might be letting dinner burn," he tells his father, nodding towards the interior of the Northaven where the mahi-mahi might be little more than cinders by now. Not that three quarters of the table is likely to care, but Ronin will probably be devastated if that's the case.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
