Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Awed by the hippocampus and the majesty of its creation, Mateo is clearly enamored by the work they are doing, and he finishes up with the placement of a few vine-like seedlings that will propagate and spread such that they will look like the mane of the hippocampus once they mature. Gathering together more suitable plants (and producing no small number of specimens from his bag of holding), he trails after Flora to the next destination.
"This one is a little smaller. More intimate," he says, nudging his sister and gesturing at the drinking fountain they're creating. "So I think we ought to reflect that. Let us create a beautiful maiden whose hands we can drink out of?" Bouncing his eyebrows at the gathered artists as if to see if they agree, the botanist will nonetheless begin his floral arrangements (flowers of bright blue and yellow) while they proceed.
"This one is a little smaller. More intimate," he says, nudging his sister and gesturing at the drinking fountain they're creating. "So I think we ought to reflect that. Let us create a beautiful maiden whose hands we can drink out of?" Bouncing his eyebrows at the gathered artists as if to see if they agree, the botanist will nonetheless begin his floral arrangements (flowers of bright blue and yellow) while they proceed.
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
