Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Resisting the urge to do just that, Mateo instead focuses on his blush berries and even manages to find a small sapling that he might be able to uproot and take home with him. As Flora continues, he's kneeling in the dirt to do just that, sweat glistening on his brow. "Oh shit, I see." He winces on his sister's behalf, freeing the sapling and placing it carefully into his basket before straightening up to look at her, swiping his forearm across his face.
"I mean, have you gone on the date with her yet?" he asks. "Because once feelings are involved, I always find it is better not to do anything like that. It is not fair on the other person, you know?" Spoken with the wisdom of someone who has it's not you, it's me'd a good number of people, clearly Mateo shares none of Flora's inhibitions.
"I mean, have you gone on the date with her yet?" he asks. "Because once feelings are involved, I always find it is better not to do anything like that. It is not fair on the other person, you know?" Spoken with the wisdom of someone who has it's not you, it's me'd a good number of people, clearly Mateo shares none of Flora's inhibitions.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
