Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"I have plenty," Mateo assures her, already picking his way over to his little kitchenette and filling a stovetop kettle with water, before setting it on the heat to boil. They haven't known each other quite long enough yet for her to know the extent of his eclectic style, but he's got everything from summer dresses to three-piece suits squirrelled away in his trunk and closet, but for Soh, he brings her an oversized red sweater and a pair of loose pants.
"Will these work?" he asks. "The bathroom is just there, if you want to go and change." Being a cabin, the kitchen, lounge and bedroom do tend to flow into one another, but there's at least a separate space to shower.
Mateo is just gathering together a couple of mugs that look handmade (aka: a bit lopsided) when she barks out her objection, making him jump a little and have to juggle the cups for a moment. "I... are you sure?" he asks softly, placing the mugs down where he can't kill them by accident and turning to face her. "I understand not wanting anyone to know, but... what if he does it to somebody else?"
"Will these work?" he asks. "The bathroom is just there, if you want to go and change." Being a cabin, the kitchen, lounge and bedroom do tend to flow into one another, but there's at least a separate space to shower.
Mateo is just gathering together a couple of mugs that look handmade (aka: a bit lopsided) when she barks out her objection, making him jump a little and have to juggle the cups for a moment. "I... are you sure?" he asks softly, placing the mugs down where he can't kill them by accident and turning to face her. "I understand not wanting anyone to know, but... what if he does it to somebody else?"
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
