Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
With his tongue stuck out in concentration, Mateo has been busily (and very carefully) attempting to affix a burst of colourful lilies to a portion of the vine that will act as a shoulder piece of his gown. And when Lena calls his name he does look up, but his tongue isn't put away until he speaks. "Ah, Lena," he greets, a dimpled smile on his face as he nods an enthusiastic agreement (his hands are too full to gesture, which is a travesty).
"Of course you can join me. How are things out in the Celestine?" he asks, gently setting down the knitted together lilies and reaching into the wheelbarrow for his next set of additions - some snowdrops, as it happens. "Are you making something?" He nods at the cloth on her shoulder.
"Of course you can join me. How are things out in the Celestine?" he asks, gently setting down the knitted together lilies and reaching into the wheelbarrow for his next set of additions - some snowdrops, as it happens. "Are you making something?" He nods at the cloth on her shoulder.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
