Mateo
At this time of year things are relatively quiet in Mateo's shop. Longheat, especially, discourages people from hanging out in what's essentially a glorified greenhouse, though the botanist isn't sure what exactly is so different about it compared to the sweltering warmth of outside. He's been busy towards the back wall, in animated conversation with a cluster of sunflowers that have just turned their faces towards the skylight he'd installed some seasons ago, when his father's voice rings out.
Straightening up, his conversation silenced, Mateo turns and frowns out into the greenery, as if trying to decide if he's just hearing things and whether to pay it any mind. Eventually curiosity wins out - for no other reason than because he has no idea what Remi is doing up here if he really is standing in his doorway - and he sidles around overhanging leaves and dewy blooms to the front of the shop. And lo and behold, it is his father.
"Has something happened?" he asks in a quiet voice that betrays his worry; the last time Remi had paid a visit, after all, his sister had died. Dressed in his usual sage green apron and with his curls swept up and into a loose bun out of his face, it's with dirt on his hands and a softly concerned frown that he steps further towards Remi.
Straightening up, his conversation silenced, Mateo turns and frowns out into the greenery, as if trying to decide if he's just hearing things and whether to pay it any mind. Eventually curiosity wins out - for no other reason than because he has no idea what Remi is doing up here if he really is standing in his doorway - and he sidles around overhanging leaves and dewy blooms to the front of the shop. And lo and behold, it is his father.
"Has something happened?" he asks in a quiet voice that betrays his worry; the last time Remi had paid a visit, after all, his sister had died. Dressed in his usual sage green apron and with his curls swept up and into a loose bun out of his face, it's with dirt on his hands and a softly concerned frown that he steps further towards Remi.
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
