Mateo
Pinning Flora with a look that wonders, very briefly, how much fun she's actually having, eventually Mateo scoffs a laugh under his breath and leans in to elbow her affectionately. "We have got to get you laid," he decides, his tone breezy. "It is difficult to gaslight yourself when you are being fucked to sleep by someone. I am sure there are many cute aviators or sailors you have not met yet that could do the job, if you wanted to stay on brand." And if that cuts too close to home? No problem, not for Mateo. You name it, he's probably fucked it. (Shut up).
"We had been out of any training montage for quite some time, sorellina. Now shut up and pretend to learn from me," he quips, grinning - because they are both learning together and they all know it. Still, Flora is right about his ship and the way she responds to his instinctive touch, not that he has ever known her to be anything but compliant under Ever's more meticulous handling. Either way, whatever preparations they'd done before have evidently come to fruition, because soon they are joyriding around The Falling on a very pleasant little outing, if he does say so himself.
Forced to concentrate on actually keeping them airborne now, it's a good excuse not to have to meet Flora's eyes and the truth burning from her lips. Nevertheless, however tight Mateo's expression or his nod of agreement, the words do sink in. "They are, aren't they?" he says, rather sharply. "Luckily we did not inherit that trait."
As for being blonde, he bounces his eyebrows at her playfully. "You know that I have. I was treated very well that night, too. I doubt my curls would survive a permanent colour change, though, and that would be criminal."
"We had been out of any training montage for quite some time, sorellina. Now shut up and pretend to learn from me," he quips, grinning - because they are both learning together and they all know it. Still, Flora is right about his ship and the way she responds to his instinctive touch, not that he has ever known her to be anything but compliant under Ever's more meticulous handling. Either way, whatever preparations they'd done before have evidently come to fruition, because soon they are joyriding around The Falling on a very pleasant little outing, if he does say so himself.
Forced to concentrate on actually keeping them airborne now, it's a good excuse not to have to meet Flora's eyes and the truth burning from her lips. Nevertheless, however tight Mateo's expression or his nod of agreement, the words do sink in. "They are, aren't they?" he says, rather sharply. "Luckily we did not inherit that trait."
As for being blonde, he bounces his eyebrows at her playfully. "You know that I have. I was treated very well that night, too. I doubt my curls would survive a permanent colour change, though, and that would be criminal."
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
