Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Ah, that is right - you did mention you were away a lot travelling. Is it a passion or a job?" Mateo wonders with a smile, leaning his forearms against the desk now that he's done with the instructions and she has the crown-of-thorns in her possession. "Molto piacere," he trills, reaching out to shake her hand with a grip that's surprisingly firm given his somewhat delicate appearance.
As for lunch, he straightens up and shakes his head. "You would be doing me a favour, honestly," he assures her, beckoning for her to follow him back to his original place among the herbs and tomatoes. "I was thinking of a tomato salad? I have far too much here." He'd let them grow rampant, and apparently this was his problem now.
"Oh, no - I lived..." It honestly takes a second, but he gets there eventually. "When I was very young I lived in Torchline, but it was not for very long. Then I was between here and the Greatwood - my fathers lived in different places, you see. But I suppose I have been here for most of my life, you could say?" He can't say he's ever been to the Hollowed Grounds, though.
As for lunch, he straightens up and shakes his head. "You would be doing me a favour, honestly," he assures her, beckoning for her to follow him back to his original place among the herbs and tomatoes. "I was thinking of a tomato salad? I have far too much here." He'd let them grow rampant, and apparently this was his problem now.
"Oh, no - I lived..." It honestly takes a second, but he gets there eventually. "When I was very young I lived in Torchline, but it was not for very long. Then I was between here and the Greatwood - my fathers lived in different places, you see. But I suppose I have been here for most of my life, you could say?" He can't say he's ever been to the Hollowed Grounds, though.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
