the earth has music for those who listen
Joke's on Flora, because Mateo absolutely accepts his new drink in his kid friendly cup with his twirly straw, and he obnoxiously slurps it in one endless sip until it's all very much gone. And when he reaches the dregs at the bottom, he absolutely makes sure that it's all gone. Loudly.
"I can make that work," Mateo says, scooting his chair back (he's done, so Flora should be as well, duh) and collecting up the plant again. "Can you do my makeup too? I need to get more practice and yours is more subtle than the whores at Molly's." Is it a compliment? Does he know?
"Ever is great. He wants to know about sex. I'd ask him to ask you, but I think he probably knows more than you right now." Burn.
"I can make that work," Mateo says, scooting his chair back (he's done, so Flora should be as well, duh) and collecting up the plant again. "Can you do my makeup too? I need to get more practice and yours is more subtle than the whores at Molly's." Is it a compliment? Does he know?
"Ever is great. He wants to know about sex. I'd ask him to ask you, but I think he probably knows more than you right now." Burn.
