Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"The very one," Mateo agrees with a nod, gesturing with his glass in a toast of thanks to the other man for agreeing to bring his ship down to the islands. Having flown her himself more than he ever has done before, he could likely do it himself, but... well, he also knows his friend might have good reason for finding himself in Torchline. As for whether he's at risk, he gives a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "I have been spending a lot of time with Flora, and she has been working hard on this. The least I can do is use it. And whilst I do not know how at risk I might be, I suppose it is always possible."
Possible enough that he doesn't want to be the one knocking on the fire-exit of Mort's realm to ask his father to find him and bring him back to life, put it that way.
Scrunching his nose - at first in resignation and then in playful spite that Ever doesn't want to hear all the juicy details - Mateo sighs out his acceptance and spreads his hands. "Well if you ever change your mind, I would be happy to make introductions." Is that flirting? Maybe? Mateo doesn't care, as long as the conversation keeps being this easy.
Falling quiet and a little more solemn to hear Ever mention Isla, he'd almost expected the aviator to be giddy with the idea of flying down to Torchline to see her, but his reticence is understandable th emore he explains. "Well," he says softly, "the easiest way to explain would be via a letter. But if you wanted to show her rather than tell her, showing up at her door like this would probably do the trick." Like this, of course, being at ease and able to drink rum and eat candied fruit in the middle of the night.
Possible enough that he doesn't want to be the one knocking on the fire-exit of Mort's realm to ask his father to find him and bring him back to life, put it that way.
Scrunching his nose - at first in resignation and then in playful spite that Ever doesn't want to hear all the juicy details - Mateo sighs out his acceptance and spreads his hands. "Well if you ever change your mind, I would be happy to make introductions." Is that flirting? Maybe? Mateo doesn't care, as long as the conversation keeps being this easy.
Falling quiet and a little more solemn to hear Ever mention Isla, he'd almost expected the aviator to be giddy with the idea of flying down to Torchline to see her, but his reticence is understandable th emore he explains. "Well," he says softly, "the easiest way to explain would be via a letter. But if you wanted to show her rather than tell her, showing up at her door like this would probably do the trick." Like this, of course, being at ease and able to drink rum and eat candied fruit in the middle of the night.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
