Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Unlocking the cabin and ushering her inside, Mateo wastes little time in locking out the world behind them. Lighting a few lanterns, it isn't long before his living space comes into full view - cluttered and homely and (of course) filled with plants, herbs and other things growing and trailing along walls and shelves, a more minimalist person might consider the space a mess, but Mateo simply knows it as home.
"Would you like some different clothes to wear?" he offers quietly, gesturing for her to take a seat on a patchwork couch shoved up against one of the walls. "I'll make some tea." Maybe it'll be spiked with booze or laced with something else - he'll see how things go. "I can let the dragoons know about that man, too," he offers. "If you remember what he looks like."
"Would you like some different clothes to wear?" he offers quietly, gesturing for her to take a seat on a patchwork couch shoved up against one of the walls. "I'll make some tea." Maybe it'll be spiked with booze or laced with something else - he'll see how things go. "I can let the dragoons know about that man, too," he offers. "If you remember what he looks like."
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
