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More than content to follow after Ever's loping pace, the fountain comes back upon them in no time at all, and Mateo allows his friend to both lap at the water and spray him with it without complaint. (It all works to cool him down, right?) Pausing at last to splash his face with water and take a few grateful sips from the fountain himself, the nudge to his calf is heeded, more or less; knowing better than to stop outright straight away, the botanist slows to a restful stroll for a minute or so, taking slow, deep breaths and finally slumping down on a nearby bench.
"Oh? I take that as a yes," he says, huffing out a laugh to hear the shepherd's bright bark fill the air, gaining the attention of a few passers-by, most of whom smile indulgently towards the pair. "Alright - I did promise we would walk back around the Plaza, but you do not have to keep pace with me. I should ask for an item that would let me turn into a dog as well. Perhaps I would not be so out of shape, mm?"
So saying, he rises back to his feet, stretches out his hamstrings for a few moments, and then heads back for home.
"Oh? I take that as a yes," he says, huffing out a laugh to hear the shepherd's bright bark fill the air, gaining the attention of a few passers-by, most of whom smile indulgently towards the pair. "Alright - I did promise we would walk back around the Plaza, but you do not have to keep pace with me. I should ask for an item that would let me turn into a dog as well. Perhaps I would not be so out of shape, mm?"
So saying, he rises back to his feet, stretches out his hamstrings for a few moments, and then heads back for home.
