Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
Smiling to see that he has enticed Tal, for whatever reason, into tending to the sweetgrass with him, Mateo carefully pats the struggling plants into place with hands that are skilled even when they're a little shaky from the hangover. "Hm? Oh no, it is just Everest. He and I were young up until the war ended. Then we just..." Letting out an upward inflecting whistle to indicate the trajectory of their growth, he sits back and wipes his dirty hands on a brightly coloured handkerchief he produces from his pocket.
"Oh, that sounds boring. You ought to take at least a little peek," he chastises with a playful grin. "And I am not visiting anyone in particular. I fell asleep on the wrong boat, so I have to wait for the next one to take me back home." Shrugging as if this is a regular occurrence (it is) or just one of those things (again, it is), he lets his fingers flutter over the newly planted sweetgrass. Hopefully it's happy in its new home.
"Oh, that sounds boring. You ought to take at least a little peek," he chastises with a playful grin. "And I am not visiting anyone in particular. I fell asleep on the wrong boat, so I have to wait for the next one to take me back home." Shrugging as if this is a regular occurrence (it is) or just one of those things (again, it is), he lets his fingers flutter over the newly planted sweetgrass. Hopefully it's happy in its new home.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
