the earth has music for those who listen
Don't worry, Mateo has said as they walked towards the Hanged Man, I'm your older brother, so I'll make sure you're allowed into the bar. It's delivered with a cheeky, dimpled grin of course, because even though he is older and they both know it, no one would believe it. (They probably wouldn't serve him either).
Regardless, his afternoon out in Torchline is going to culminate here whether Flora has to vouch for him or not, the boy gazing up at the moody cloud cover as they stroll into the Hanged Man. "I thought Torchline was supposed to be sunny," he says, raising his eyebrows at her. "The bird of paradise I got you is never going to grow if it's overcast all the time."
Regardless, his afternoon out in Torchline is going to culminate here whether Flora has to vouch for him or not, the boy gazing up at the moody cloud cover as they stroll into the Hanged Man. "I thought Torchline was supposed to be sunny," he says, raising his eyebrows at her. "The bird of paradise I got you is never going to grow if it's overcast all the time."
