Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
While Everest responds with entirely understandable aggression and suspicion, Mateo is as delighted as he is repulsed by the new specimen. "Hey, it is allowed to like jerky," he points out, crouching down with his equipment and humming a jaunty little ditty to himself as he tries to capture some of the hungry, malicious flora.
"And once it is in the jar and back in my bag, you do not even have to worry about it any more." So saying, he makes quick work of snatching up some of the moss (it's trying to attack his hand, of course, which is wonderful) and setting it into a jar. Tossing in some extra jerky and a spritz of moisture, he packages it up and puts it away.
"That was easy," he says, straightening up. "Shall we head back?"
"And once it is in the jar and back in my bag, you do not even have to worry about it any more." So saying, he makes quick work of snatching up some of the moss (it's trying to attack his hand, of course, which is wonderful) and setting it into a jar. Tossing in some extra jerky and a spritz of moisture, he packages it up and puts it away.
"That was easy," he says, straightening up. "Shall we head back?"
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
