Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Oh, well that sounds even worse than a waiting room. Not by much, though." It's been long enough since Flora's untimely demise and Mateo's embarrassing spiral about it for him to be able to crack jokes, he thinks, and as the Doubletake reaches out to help him back to his feet, he accepts it gratefully. "Hopefully next time you can do without the excruciating pain, at least," he adds, waiting until he's back upright before leaning in to smooch her cheek. "Grazie," he trills - for the healing, naturally.
Turning towards the door at the end of the antechamber, Mateo groans his typical theatrics to learn that there will be no egg-selfies to take home as a memento for all of this. "I think I have my sketchpad," he says, gesturing to the bag of holding, "so maybe if there is enough light I can get a quick idea of the egg, and I will paint us in afterwards." It's better than nothing, he supposes - and maybe he'll add in some other very cool things that weren't there at the same time.
"Alright, weird purple egg nest. Let's do it."
~FIN
Turning towards the door at the end of the antechamber, Mateo groans his typical theatrics to learn that there will be no egg-selfies to take home as a memento for all of this. "I think I have my sketchpad," he says, gesturing to the bag of holding, "so maybe if there is enough light I can get a quick idea of the egg, and I will paint us in afterwards." It's better than nothing, he supposes - and maybe he'll add in some other very cool things that weren't there at the same time.
"Alright, weird purple egg nest. Let's do it."
~FIN
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
