Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
If the world wasn’t what it was, hearing the words an abominable snowball might have been enough to at least furrow Mateo’s brow; as it stands, though, he merely gives a curious hum of acknowledgement. ”I find that all the best things are,” he whispers back to her on the subject of mischief, not wanting to risk the ire of the snowy menace in its harness.
The fall into a comfortable silence, Lena stitching and Mateo weaving his living flowers, the botanist only glancing up to smile across at the caretaker when she mentions his shop again. ”Well, the doors are always open for a friend,” he tells her, glancing lover the progress she’s making with the dress. ”You are quite a talented seamstress.” He smiles.
Turning his attention down to his own creation, he brightens at the idea of using the flowers from the Celestine as well. “I will definitely consider it,” he says, wondering if he could perhaps do an exchange of flora with the specimens in his wheelbarrow. That feels like a fair trade.
The fall into a comfortable silence, Lena stitching and Mateo weaving his living flowers, the botanist only glancing up to smile across at the caretaker when she mentions his shop again. ”Well, the doors are always open for a friend,” he tells her, glancing lover the progress she’s making with the dress. ”You are quite a talented seamstress.” He smiles.
Turning his attention down to his own creation, he brightens at the idea of using the flowers from the Celestine as well. “I will definitely consider it,” he says, wondering if he could perhaps do an exchange of flora with the specimens in his wheelbarrow. That feels like a fair trade.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
