Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"Well, unless dead bodies can cuss me out, I think he is very much alive," Mateo says, despite it being absolutely not the time for jokes. Surrendering the knife back to Soh, he nods only once at the confirmation that she's able to walk, and an arm slips carelessly around her as he begins to lead them abruptly away from the scene of the definitely-not-a-crime-anymore. "Oh, you know. Away," he murmurs, pointedly ignoring the growing angry shouts from the alleyway.
Turning left abruptly and all but frog-marching them up a narrow lane, Mateo doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder, just in case he sees something he doesn't like. "I will take you back to my boat," he offers. "We can give it some time for things to calm down. You, er, maybe want to clean up as well?"
Turning left abruptly and all but frog-marching them up a narrow lane, Mateo doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder, just in case he sees something he doesn't like. "I will take you back to my boat," he offers. "We can give it some time for things to calm down. You, er, maybe want to clean up as well?"
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
