Mateo
"We have not spoken very recently," Mateo tries, though he imagines the damage has already been done given the grimace that flashes across Koa's face. Perhaps Flora had just been too involved in all of her feelings to think of telling him about it? (Which, not a bad guess to be honest, but as he'll soon find out, those feelings just weren't for Koa). "I do not think I can make her do anything she does not want to do," he adds in a quieter voice. "Would you even want her to change her mind, knowing she made this choice once?"
Sighing and nodding - booze and something stronger are things the botanist can provide, and in wondrous quantities - he steps up beside Koa to stretch an arm around him and guide him forward, back into the bustle of the Silk Houses. "Do you think a change of clothes would be a good idea before you get even more fucked up?" he suggests gently. "The Hart might throw you out looking like that." And that's saying something, because their standards are not high.
Sighing and nodding - booze and something stronger are things the botanist can provide, and in wondrous quantities - he steps up beside Koa to stretch an arm around him and guide him forward, back into the bustle of the Silk Houses. "Do you think a change of clothes would be a good idea before you get even more fucked up?" he suggests gently. "The Hart might throw you out looking like that." And that's saying something, because their standards are not high.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me







