Mateo
"It is not really my space, up there," Mateo confesses. "I only use my old room for extra stock, paperwork, things like that." When he's of a mind to care about things like that, anyway. "The rest of the apartment is pretty much the same as it always was. But I suppose if you need anything, I will be in Torchline pretty soon, so it is not as though it will be difficult to get the keys." Clicking open the door and stepping inside for Remi to pass, Mateo can only offer a gentle nod at the Bastion's approval. Having spent quite a bit of time with his sister as of late, he's as excited to be back in her company as he hopes she is to see him.
Nodding to invite Remi to go ahead, he doesn't move further into the space he'd once called home - the space he'd more or less grown up in, truthfully. Instead he merely lingers and waits until his father returns, holding - of all things - a piece of ceramic. "You do not have mugs on the Northaven?" He raises his eyebrows, the question coming out before he gives it permission. Clearing his throat awkwardly as if to apologise for being forward, he gestures to the open door back down to the shop.
Nodding to invite Remi to go ahead, he doesn't move further into the space he'd once called home - the space he'd more or less grown up in, truthfully. Instead he merely lingers and waits until his father returns, holding - of all things - a piece of ceramic. "You do not have mugs on the Northaven?" He raises his eyebrows, the question coming out before he gives it permission. Clearing his throat awkwardly as if to apologise for being forward, he gestures to the open door back down to the shop.
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
