Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"You know, I never thought I would say it, but I am quite looking forward to Longheat ending." Mateo's tone is conversational but breathless, such is the humidity and heat that runs rampant through the Oerwoud at this time of year. Ducking beneath a loop of sentient vines and carefully manoeuvring it out of the way so that Flora can follow, the botanist huffs out a breath that lifts one of his curls away from his forehead.
"You said that you were looking for blushberries, right?" he continues, gazing back at his little sister with a bright and dimpled smile. "Are you planning to make someone blush?" Because of course that's where his mind goes - why wouldn't it? "Oh, let me guess - is it that guy I keep seeing in the bar? George or something?"
"You said that you were looking for blushberries, right?" he continues, gazing back at his little sister with a bright and dimpled smile. "Are you planning to make someone blush?" Because of course that's where his mind goes - why wouldn't it? "Oh, let me guess - is it that guy I keep seeing in the bar? George or something?"
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
