the earth has music for those who listen
"Oh," Mateo chirps suddenly. "That's right, you do have me. And I'm not going anywhere." He smiles. He doesn't plan to, anyway. Especially not now that he's just started growing Vampire Gourds and all sorts of other stuff in the alchemy shop. "Or if I do go somewhere, you can always come with me." That at least will absolutely remain true as the years pass, he's sure of it.
"...Well, I think now that we have made our snow parents, we're brothers all year around," he says slowly. "People's parents die and they're still siblings, right? And these parents aren't dying, since they're coming back. They just go on vacation." Is his very mature assumption, clearly.
"Oh, we could!" Mateo nods, fishing around in his pockets for a couple of vials that are always there (for samples, duh). "Here," he says, passing one to Ever. "You collect a bit of snow from your hat one, and I'll collect some from my tie one, and we'll swap. Then we can always keep a bit of them with us?"
"...Well, I think now that we have made our snow parents, we're brothers all year around," he says slowly. "People's parents die and they're still siblings, right? And these parents aren't dying, since they're coming back. They just go on vacation." Is his very mature assumption, clearly.
"Oh, we could!" Mateo nods, fishing around in his pockets for a couple of vials that are always there (for samples, duh). "Here," he says, passing one to Ever. "You collect a bit of snow from your hat one, and I'll collect some from my tie one, and we'll swap. Then we can always keep a bit of them with us?"
