Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Having begged and bribed (i.e. asked nicely) Everest to fly La Verbena down to Torchline, Mateo is fully intending to celebrate his sister's ascension to royalty with every bone in his body. (And if there are some particularly good looking people about, with one bone in particular, he hopes).
Swanning into the Hanged Man, clad in a mix of leather and a literal fisherman's net, it's true that the botanist looks more as though he belongs in a bondage club than a tavern, but he's nonetheless thrilled to be there. With his dark curls perfectly tousled and lips devil red, he fully intends to smooch a mark onto his sister's cheek if he gets the chance.
"Congratulazioni, sorellina! Te lo meriti," he trills, and if he's already a little buzzed, well, it's an amount of time between Stormbreak and here, okay?
Swanning into the Hanged Man, clad in a mix of leather and a literal fisherman's net, it's true that the botanist looks more as though he belongs in a bondage club than a tavern, but he's nonetheless thrilled to be there. With his dark curls perfectly tousled and lips devil red, he fully intends to smooch a mark onto his sister's cheek if he gets the chance.
"Congratulazioni, sorellina! Te lo meriti," he trills, and if he's already a little buzzed, well, it's an amount of time between Stormbreak and here, okay?
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
