Mateo, as a gangly teenage boy, would probably also prefer to be a dog. Alas, he has no choice but to suffer the voice cracks and awkward boners, but only one of those ought to appear at this sudden gathering. (Everyone hopes it's the former, including Mateo). "This is coming along, huh," he murmurs, gazing around at the safe haven that had only been rumour up until this point.
Smiling down at the canine pushing his nose into his hand, he offers Ever a scritch behind the ears and falls to a stop near Sunjata, tilting his head at the Flood. "This is Frey's demigod," he whispers to his friend. "I think he used to be friends with my dad, but... not any more. Wonder if he knows what else Frey likes?"
Smiling down at the canine pushing his nose into his hand, he offers Ever a scritch behind the ears and falls to a stop near Sunjata, tilting his head at the Flood. "This is Frey's demigod," he whispers to his friend. "I think he used to be friends with my dad, but... not any more. Wonder if he knows what else Frey likes?"
