the only enemy you can't live without

Mateo

champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between

"Yeesh," Mateo says, which in his opinion, is a perfectly adequate response for Sunjata being infected and Hotaru's weird suggestion magic. The boat, though, has his nose scrunching. "Like a dinky, bobbing along in the sea boat? Ew, Flora," he says (yes, in that exact tone). It's one thing to have a whizzy little sky schooner like he does, or a hulking actual ship like the Doubletake's beau, but in his mind, Flora's mother had basically yeeted her into a rowboat for safekeeping, and he gives her a conciliatory squeeze for her trouble before letting her sit back.

Letting out a long sigh that seems to release some cord of tension wound tight inside him to hear his opinion validated - and no less by the person the argument had been for - Mateo offers Flora a smile that's entirely more genuine for her trouble, and all the more exhausted for it. "That is what I would have thought too," he agrees, only for her glass to come slamming onto the counter, making the botanist jump. 

"I..." Lost for words for more reasons than he can care to think about (and not just because of all the booze he's had, too), Mateo swallows thickly and nods to his sister. "It was not something I ever felt unsure about before until then," he admits. "Thank you."

I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm