Mateo
"Uh huh, did he now?" Mateo grins. "That is very strange, because the note is for me and I do not have any exes." All of Mateo's partners are arguably currents, if you think about it - which he rarely does. Anyway, back to the good part sailing instructions. Turning as she lists off the next few tasks, at that the botanist at least has a bit of recognition in his blue eyes, and he nods. "Ever did the sail-locks and the rigging before he left, so I think it is probably still fine," he says, before rooting around to check the stabiliser crystals he's just learned existed. "These seem fine too!" he confirms, popping back up.
"Please tell me that Step 7 is to sail the ship, because if I find out that there are any other parts of the helm I did not know about, I may cry." His dimpled grin is still as cheerful as ever, at least, so nobody can say that Mateo Taliesin is not good under pressure. "You know, though, I thought that having a magically flying ship meant that it all just happened by fucking magic."
"Please tell me that Step 7 is to sail the ship, because if I find out that there are any other parts of the helm I did not know about, I may cry." His dimpled grin is still as cheerful as ever, at least, so nobody can say that Mateo Taliesin is not good under pressure. "You know, though, I thought that having a magically flying ship meant that it all just happened by fucking magic."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
