Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Mateo is already working on the care instructions, as it happens, meandering through a pathway that looks like it may as well have just this minute opened up, heading behind an old oak desk where an even older cash register sits. "Oh?" He grins hard enough at that to show dimples. "Well, congratulations on your new home. Did you move from within Stormbreak, or are you new to town as well?" he asks, in the meantime taking a small piece of faded card and beginning to etch out some instructions in a flowing, looping script.
Signing it at the bottom - Mateo Taliesin - he blows on it a few times to dry the ink before holding it out to her. "That last part is not an instruction, it is just my name," he jokes. "And if you would like to know more, my door is usually open. I was just actually about to try and make some lunch with a few vegetables I was growing as a side project, if you wanted to join me."
Signing it at the bottom - Mateo Taliesin - he blows on it a few times to dry the ink before holding it out to her. "That last part is not an instruction, it is just my name," he jokes. "And if you would like to know more, my door is usually open. I was just actually about to try and make some lunch with a few vegetables I was growing as a side project, if you wanted to join me."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
