Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"You are welcome, Soh," Mateo says with a soft smile, stepping away to fetch her the mirror he'd mentioned and making sure everything she needed to clean herself up is in easy reach. "That is what friends are for, right? Granted, I would have preferred to help you move something from your shop, or bring you some lunch. But I know you would do the same for me if I found myself in that position." He likes to think so, anyway - Soh gave off that sort of aura.
Sipping at his tea so she doesn't think he's monitoring her as she carefully swipes the blood from her wounds, Mateo settles back against the sofa and gazes up at the canopy of plantlife overhead in his little houseboat. "You are more than welcome to stay, by the way," he says after a few moments. "But I also understand if you would prefer to be somewhere familiar. If you want to walk home, I do insist on walking with you."
Sipping at his tea so she doesn't think he's monitoring her as she carefully swipes the blood from her wounds, Mateo settles back against the sofa and gazes up at the canopy of plantlife overhead in his little houseboat. "You are more than welcome to stay, by the way," he says after a few moments. "But I also understand if you would prefer to be somewhere familiar. If you want to walk home, I do insist on walking with you."
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
