Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"If light does not have a shape, then how does it shine in beams? How is the sun a circular disc?" Mateo wants to know, though at this point the mischief in his expression suggests that he is much more interested in continuing to fuck with his friend than he is at being right about any of this. Whatever - however good or bad the art exhibition had been, the point is that the botanist now stands a much better chance at sleeping with its artist than before. So, you know, a win is a win.
As for the Spyglass, he itches thoughtfully at the stubble on his chin and lifts his flask to take another pull from it, smirking and side-eyeing Koa at the pride that puffs from his chest. "It is usually closed to the public at night, but the scholars are still there," he says with the air of someone who has snuck into the observatory before (which he has). "I usually just tell them who my fathers are and they open the doors for me."
Hooray, nepotism!
As for the Spyglass, he itches thoughtfully at the stubble on his chin and lifts his flask to take another pull from it, smirking and side-eyeing Koa at the pride that puffs from his chest. "It is usually closed to the public at night, but the scholars are still there," he says with the air of someone who has snuck into the observatory before (which he has). "I usually just tell them who my fathers are and they open the doors for me."
Hooray, nepotism!
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
