Mateo
"If all of King's End were like this, I bet it would lose its spooky reputation," Mateo says with a dimpled grin, strolling through the sea of flowers to his father and the umbrella, tilting his head down at the sketchbook. "I thought that was Dad's pastime," he says with a playful grin. In truth both of his parents are the artistic sort - it's just they choose to express it in different ways at different times. "Have you been sketching some baby pictures?" he asks through a laugh, though he's not entirely joking.
Instead, ducking beneath the umbrella with Remi to plop down in the grass, he settles in to hear of the latest report of the progress their new members of the family are making. And there's nothing quite like hearing of a plant receiving the best possible care, Mateo sighing with clear approval and leaning back on one hand, the other strumming through the flowers without ever plucking them. "I can only agree. I could not have done a better job myself," he agrees readily, shifting a bit closer so he can peep through the picket fence and examine the plant properly.
"...And it growing well is the only thing you have noticed?" he asks gently.
Instead, ducking beneath the umbrella with Remi to plop down in the grass, he settles in to hear of the latest report of the progress their new members of the family are making. And there's nothing quite like hearing of a plant receiving the best possible care, Mateo sighing with clear approval and leaning back on one hand, the other strumming through the flowers without ever plucking them. "I can only agree. I could not have done a better job myself," he agrees readily, shifting a bit closer so he can peep through the picket fence and examine the plant properly.
"...And it growing well is the only thing you have noticed?" he asks gently.
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
