Mateo
Mateo doesn't know how he feels about his friends being all governmenty, or having offices or whatnot, but he's too much of a free spirit to let it weigh him down for longer than a few minutes at a time anyway. Arriving shortly after Soh with his curled similarly piled unceremoniously atop his head, the botanist is armed not with cleaning supplies, but with a Ceropegia woodii, informally known as a string-of-hearts plant.
"To brighten the place up," he exclaims with a dimpled grin, pausing to lean in and press a couple of kisses to Sohalia's cheeks - and barely resisting doing the same to Everest. "Where would you like to start? You could probably live in here, it is so big." Mateo should know - he's slept in his lab, the shop, and on the floor of his ship enough times.
"To brighten the place up," he exclaims with a dimpled grin, pausing to lean in and press a couple of kisses to Sohalia's cheeks - and barely resisting doing the same to Everest. "Where would you like to start? You could probably live in here, it is so big." Mateo should know - he's slept in his lab, the shop, and on the floor of his ship enough times.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
