champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Mmhmmm," Mateo says, nodding and widening his eyes at his father exactly like that GIF and seeming happy to remain snug against Remi's side and in the relative safety of his shadows as they walk. "If I were to be arrested I would hope it would not be for something so obvious." He grins. Public nudity is too on the nose for him, Mateo feels. It should be for something like arson, or blasphemy or something.
Feeling relieved (and sleepy, and thirsty, and maybe a little sick) as the florist's comes into view across the Pacifist Plaza, the botanist furrows his brow and gently nods. "As long as they do not cause too much trouble, I suppose it is the season for it," he murmurs, smiling up at Remi. "Thank you for coming to get me, papa. Tell Dad I hope he is less crazy soon, and we will go for dinner?"
Feeling relieved (and sleepy, and thirsty, and maybe a little sick) as the florist's comes into view across the Pacifist Plaza, the botanist furrows his brow and gently nods. "As long as they do not cause too much trouble, I suppose it is the season for it," he murmurs, smiling up at Remi. "Thank you for coming to get me, papa. Tell Dad I hope he is less crazy soon, and we will go for dinner?"
