a myth called family — mateo. & sofia.
Aug 17, 2021 10:15:39 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Aug 17, 2021 10:15:39 GMT -5
↳ MATEO IZAR.
“De verdad?” Mateo spoke around a mouthful of tangerines once he and Sofia left the puppy fair, him with a lovely corn-husk doll in his hand and her with a dog in hers, plus an invitation to spend time with, “Lorenso?”
“You know people say he's a Capitol robot, right?”
Half-boy, half-whatever the capitol made of him, Lorenzo was somewhat of a notable figure. Since he began collecting trinkets, from old combs to rusted coins, Mateo could roughly estimate a thing’s importance and Lorenzo, with all his resurrected splendor, was quite important indeed. And that made him suspicious. Men of renown should never be trusted. “He looks like a puppy,” he observed, licking the sweet, citric juices from his fingers. “Half-man, half-perro.” He leans down towards the puppy in Sofia’s arms then, grinning brightly. Mateo cooed at it as if he was soothing a baby.
“You should’ve adopted him instead of this little fur ball.”
“You know people say he's a Capitol robot, right?”
Half-boy, half-whatever the capitol made of him, Lorenzo was somewhat of a notable figure. Since he began collecting trinkets, from old combs to rusted coins, Mateo could roughly estimate a thing’s importance and Lorenzo, with all his resurrected splendor, was quite important indeed. And that made him suspicious. Men of renown should never be trusted. “He looks like a puppy,” he observed, licking the sweet, citric juices from his fingers. “Half-man, half-perro.” He leans down towards the puppy in Sofia’s arms then, grinning brightly. Mateo cooed at it as if he was soothing a baby.
“You should’ve adopted him instead of this little fur ball.”
