Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
The bra is pink leopard print, Everest, and that isn't Mateo's colour, thanks. So of course it doesn't belong to him - gods. Still, he brightens up considerably to hear about Ever's studies as a skyship apprentice, setting his chair to rocking and already feeling himself starting to succumb to drug addled sleep, but keeping himself alert enough to hear his friend out.
"Oooh, there are a lot of good seeds we can collect just before and during Deepfrost," he says with a sleepy, dimpled smile. "Sure. When you get back we'll take a trip to collect some. I'll get the catalogue set up ready for our entries..." He waves a hand towards a badly made bookshelf, where a large, handwritten tome takes up most of the space. Of course the catalogue is massive; this is Mateo and Everest.
"Oooh, there are a lot of good seeds we can collect just before and during Deepfrost," he says with a sleepy, dimpled smile. "Sure. When you get back we'll take a trip to collect some. I'll get the catalogue set up ready for our entries..." He waves a hand towards a badly made bookshelf, where a large, handwritten tome takes up most of the space. Of course the catalogue is massive; this is Mateo and Everest.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
