Mateo
"You do not think he is just making it seem more difficult than it is, do you?" Mateo raises his eyebrows and winces towards the (yes, incredibly meticulous) little diagram Ever has drawn. "Because it does not look as though he does all of this stuff when he is out here flying." Harrumphing dramatically and slumping against the wheel, eventually Mateo resorts to sticking his finger in his mouth and holding it up in the air, like that will tell him everything he needs to know. Which, it's as good as it's getting okay?
"Step 6 seems fine," he decides. "Besides, your ship is like... some weird hybrid, right? It can sail on the sea and in the sky. So do you even have all of these weird things?" he asks. As for cute aviators, Mateo can't help the shit-eating grin that spreads across his face as he turns towards his sister. "You think Ever is cute, huh?"
"Step 6 seems fine," he decides. "Besides, your ship is like... some weird hybrid, right? It can sail on the sea and in the sky. So do you even have all of these weird things?" he asks. As for cute aviators, Mateo can't help the shit-eating grin that spreads across his face as he turns towards his sister. "You think Ever is cute, huh?"
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
