Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Whoa, whoa - I was just telling you to make you feel better!" Leaving his bag of holding on the ground, Mateo raises his hands placatingly, as if suddenly Flora is one of those people he's just been talking about. There are no bedrooms to escape or alleyways to hide down here, though. And what's more, it's his sister.
"I kissed her, if you want to be specific," he explains. "We were dancing and she mentioned that she always thought I would be her first kiss. So... yeah." It's not as though he'd done it out of the blue, is what he means. There had definitely been flirting and lead up. "I am sorry, sorellina. I did not know."
"I kissed her, if you want to be specific," he explains. "We were dancing and she mentioned that she always thought I would be her first kiss. So... yeah." It's not as though he'd done it out of the blue, is what he means. There had definitely been flirting and lead up. "I am sorry, sorellina. I did not know."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
