Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
With his plan for the leftover flowers solidified, it's with a content smile that Mateo reaches for some more snowdrops, only to catch sight of what he swears is a snowball in some kind of a harness. "What is...?" he begins, his curiosity clearly ignited by the small creature (that, he assumes, should not even be).
Blinking back to attention at the mention of his shop, Mateo brightens again and nods to her. "Please do! I believe you would look lovely with some marigolds in your hair." Unfortunately he does not have any in his wheelbarrow to show her - he's going for pastels and whites for this particular outfit.
Speaking of which, he holds up the delicate top half of the weaved together sentient vine, with a burst of lilies at the shoulder and a tunic of snowdrops so far. "I was thinking of creating a train of chrysanthemums and peonies," he explains, gesturing to the wheelbarrow again. "I may need to finish it at home, though. I did not anticipate needing so many." More fool him.
Blinking back to attention at the mention of his shop, Mateo brightens again and nods to her. "Please do! I believe you would look lovely with some marigolds in your hair." Unfortunately he does not have any in his wheelbarrow to show her - he's going for pastels and whites for this particular outfit.
Speaking of which, he holds up the delicate top half of the weaved together sentient vine, with a burst of lilies at the shoulder and a tunic of snowdrops so far. "I was thinking of creating a train of chrysanthemums and peonies," he explains, gesturing to the wheelbarrow again. "I may need to finish it at home, though. I did not anticipate needing so many." More fool him.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
