things that haven't happened yet

Mateo

Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat

"Non siete persone," Mateo points out (rightly, he thinks), and though he can't raise his eyebrows any higher, he certainly tries. It's a moot point either way, as it happens, because the botanist's libido has been thoroughly doused by his father's appearance in his not-affair-but-might-still-be. Folding his arms across his chest, it's with a furrowed brow that makes Mateo seem a beautiful clash between both of his parents that he considers Remi's point, finally reaching out to suddenly clasp his father's hands, as if to verify things with the wash of his emotions.

"Fine," he says at last, rolling his shoulders and forcing them to relax, only to tilt his head at the request. "La Verbena? I mean... sure, if you do not mind me collecting some clothes to wear for a few days." And a bunch of other stuff, including making his home Remi-proof for both of their sanity. "Why, though? Are your wings okay?"

I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand