the earth has music for those who listen
"Mm, era enorme." Mateo nods, shifting to sit cross-legged on his chair and leaving his drink now for the time being. (He's got brain freeze from showing off at Flora, okay?) "It looked like Sugar's great great great grandfather or something." He doesn't wonder if anyone in the bar assumes that he's Flora's child, but rest assured that if the thought did occur to him, he'd be just as grossed out.
"Are you sure? I have heard that the sun causes your skin to damage at a much faster rate. You might look like a hag in like five years," he teases. As for being a little hero, the face the boy pulls is remarkably similar to Flora's when it comes to wrinkle-searching. "Gods, no. I just wanted to go and look at it. I've never been to a proper shrine before."
"Are you sure? I have heard that the sun causes your skin to damage at a much faster rate. You might look like a hag in like five years," he teases. As for being a little hero, the face the boy pulls is remarkably similar to Flora's when it comes to wrinkle-searching. "Gods, no. I just wanted to go and look at it. I've never been to a proper shrine before."
