Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Silence and a lack of objection from Everest is all Mateo needs to decide that he's right and that the discussion doesn't need to continue beyond here, the botanist seeming very smug and proud of himself as they continue toward the Spyglass. "We know you wouldn't, Ever. I would not ask you to do that." He winks at his friend; besides, as the aviator has already well established, between he and Koa they have all the means in the world of talking their way into the observatory.
"Do you think?" He raises his eyebrows towards the dragoon, silenced for a moment by the void messengers that fly overhead on sinister, dark wings; the botanist hunches his shoulders a bit and wrinkles his nose, keen for them to depart. "I went for dinner with them a little while ago. I think they hate Flora's new beau more than they could ever hate you, so... maybe not all is lost. I... would not try to have that conversation until next season, though."
"Do you think?" He raises his eyebrows towards the dragoon, silenced for a moment by the void messengers that fly overhead on sinister, dark wings; the botanist hunches his shoulders a bit and wrinkles his nose, keen for them to depart. "I went for dinner with them a little while ago. I think they hate Flora's new beau more than they could ever hate you, so... maybe not all is lost. I... would not try to have that conversation until next season, though."
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
