Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Scoffing and resisting the urge to swat at Flora's hands (because he's sure the heart and arrow are super cute, knowing his sister), Mateo shifts to haul the bag of holding back over his shoulder. "You do not notice it much, usually, but if someone sucks on ice for a bit first, well..." He raises his eyebrows, letting her put two and two together there. "Wonderful - it is a date," he says of her visit and the decision to go to Molly's, because shut up the bar is well-stocked and the workers are lovely regardless.
Picking up Flora's basket for her - because he's a good big brother, don't you know - Mateo cackles and begins to head back the way they came. "No, I mean I do not think he is a sexual person, Flora. His penis does work, though, anatomically speaking." Can't travel together on a boat without noticing some things in the mornings, can you?
As for them being a thing, the botanist's smile grows surprisingly sunny, and he shrugs. "He is my best friend," he says simply. "For whatever reason, we work together. But no, I have never slept with Ever."
Picking up Flora's basket for her - because he's a good big brother, don't you know - Mateo cackles and begins to head back the way they came. "No, I mean I do not think he is a sexual person, Flora. His penis does work, though, anatomically speaking." Can't travel together on a boat without noticing some things in the mornings, can you?
As for them being a thing, the botanist's smile grows surprisingly sunny, and he shrugs. "He is my best friend," he says simply. "For whatever reason, we work together. But no, I have never slept with Ever."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
