Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"She did," Mateo all but whispers, and the furrow of his brow says that he still feels quite perturbed by that turn of events. It means that, if and when he does decide to visit his sister again, he will not be bringing along any of his carefully nurtured specimens. Everest, as usual, makes a good point, and the botanist grumbles around a spoonful of soup.
Sucking thoughtfully on the spoon as he considers, he eventually settles back and shakes his head. "I suppose it would be easier to go and see her, and at least know," he mutters. "Even if I were to send a letter, she might not reply." Ruffling a hand through his curls and propping an elbow on the table, it's with a sulky acceptance that he gestures to Ever's notebook.
"That thing is always too helpful for its own good."
Sucking thoughtfully on the spoon as he considers, he eventually settles back and shakes his head. "I suppose it would be easier to go and see her, and at least know," he mutters. "Even if I were to send a letter, she might not reply." Ruffling a hand through his curls and propping an elbow on the table, it's with a sulky acceptance that he gestures to Ever's notebook.
"That thing is always too helpful for its own good."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
