Mateo
"Oh?" More familiar with quests now than he ever has been - and having seen the good they can do, too - Mateo is unashamedly curious about Remi's tasks from Mort. "You are getting something from the god of death for Ronin for your anniversary...?" Far from being one to judge (and it's a very Remi thing to do, even the botanist can admit that much), he still can't help the smile that threatens to spread across his face, hiding it only by starting to make the descent back down to the shop.
Only that's not all, and as the Bastion speaks again Mateo turns to meet his gaze, blue eyes softly wary, perhaps a little tired, as he waits for whatever strings might be attached. When there don't seem to be any, he lingers there on the stairs as if wondering whether this particular olive branch will turn out to have thorns if he reaches out to take it. "I will check my diary," he says, trying for easy breezy and only partially succeeding. "If I do not already have plans, I will be there."
It's as much as he can offer without saying something he's sure he'll regret, though before he turns to continue, he does offer Remi a small smile, the shadow of a dimple on one cheek. "Thanks."
Only that's not all, and as the Bastion speaks again Mateo turns to meet his gaze, blue eyes softly wary, perhaps a little tired, as he waits for whatever strings might be attached. When there don't seem to be any, he lingers there on the stairs as if wondering whether this particular olive branch will turn out to have thorns if he reaches out to take it. "I will check my diary," he says, trying for easy breezy and only partially succeeding. "If I do not already have plans, I will be there."
It's as much as he can offer without saying something he's sure he'll regret, though before he turns to continue, he does offer Remi a small smile, the shadow of a dimple on one cheek. "Thanks."
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
