Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Or the right ways - don't kink shame, Flora.
Grinning as his sister confirms what he already very much knows to be true, Mateo feels warmth bloom in his chest to see her more like herself; more the way he remembers her, before Enzo and before the war. And so when she hands him the glass of firewater, he reaches out to clasp her wrist for a moment. "You are looking really well," he says, his smile softening. "And I am glad. I really was worried about you," he murmurs.
But then there's liquor to throw back, so Mateo doesn't squeeze out the sentimentality for too long, releasing Flora to tip back the glass and let the rust set fire to his throat. His lips pinch into a line for a second before he huffs out a breath that seems as though he's trying to cool down from the inside, but it quickly devolves into coughing and spluttering.
"Gods, Flora - where did you get that local vintage?"
Grinning as his sister confirms what he already very much knows to be true, Mateo feels warmth bloom in his chest to see her more like herself; more the way he remembers her, before Enzo and before the war. And so when she hands him the glass of firewater, he reaches out to clasp her wrist for a moment. "You are looking really well," he says, his smile softening. "And I am glad. I really was worried about you," he murmurs.
But then there's liquor to throw back, so Mateo doesn't squeeze out the sentimentality for too long, releasing Flora to tip back the glass and let the rust set fire to his throat. His lips pinch into a line for a second before he huffs out a breath that seems as though he's trying to cool down from the inside, but it quickly devolves into coughing and spluttering.
"Gods, Flora - where did you get that local vintage?"
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
