Mateo
"It is alright, it is my own fault for getting into such a mess. It usually is," Mateo mutters, twisting a little more towards the tunnel and feeling his entire body protest at the movement, but suddenly with Everest here, he's got the motivation to keep going all. Or to do anything, in fact.
Having no clue what the aviator is unbuckling his belt for (This isn't the time to use that! says Professor Oak), Mateo is left trying very hard to shimmy out of the root prison he's gotten himself into, and the yawning abyss below isn't looking quite so tempting any more. "I will go first," he decides. "I think I remember the way out."
That, of course, remains to be seen, but it doesn't stop the botanist from continuing his foolhardy plight towards the tunnel, as if he hasn't been very much stuck for the past day and a half.
Having no clue what the aviator is unbuckling his belt for (This isn't the time to use that! says Professor Oak), Mateo is left trying very hard to shimmy out of the root prison he's gotten himself into, and the yawning abyss below isn't looking quite so tempting any more. "I will go first," he decides. "I think I remember the way out."
That, of course, remains to be seen, but it doesn't stop the botanist from continuing his foolhardy plight towards the tunnel, as if he hasn't been very much stuck for the past day and a half.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
