Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
I think I killed someone is honestly something Mateo expects to hear himself say in various states of inebriation, so to find himself suddenly being the sober friend (except absolutely not) is something of a surprise. "Oh," he says again, third time being the charm and all that, and as adrenaline starts to creep up on the alcohol in his system, his eyes dart to the alleyway she's clearly emerged from.
"Wait here, okay?" Fishing around under his shirt (it's a truly ghastly silk thing his sister had gotten for him, but Mateo thinks it sets off his eyes beautifully), he draws a cord necklace over his head and steps into the shadows where Soh had emerged. And he's gone for some time, truth be told, only to clumsily run back out accompanied by the sound of rough groaning.
"I think he will be alright," he blurts, stuffing the necklace back down his shirt with one hand, the other holding (and isn't he a peach at looking suspicious af) the bloody knife she'd used. "But I do believe we should go. Can you walk?"
"Wait here, okay?" Fishing around under his shirt (it's a truly ghastly silk thing his sister had gotten for him, but Mateo thinks it sets off his eyes beautifully), he draws a cord necklace over his head and steps into the shadows where Soh had emerged. And he's gone for some time, truth be told, only to clumsily run back out accompanied by the sound of rough groaning.
"I think he will be alright," he blurts, stuffing the necklace back down his shirt with one hand, the other holding (and isn't he a peach at looking suspicious af) the bloody knife she'd used. "But I do believe we should go. Can you walk?"
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
