Mateo
Mateo makes a point, these days, of climbing aboard a skyship (one that moves and goes places and carries other people on it) at least once a week to go out and visit. Very adult of him, he knows. His fathers would be proud, if they had any idea of it. But they don't, so... whatever, he supposes.
Stepping out into Kaiholo port, today the botanist sports a pair of garishly large sunglasses, a string vest and a pair of tie dye patterned shorts; he doesn't know how to cheer up his sister, but a splash of colour never did anyone any harm, right? With a cigarette between his lips, a paper bag in one arm (there's a bottle of gin and a bouquet of carefully cut sunflowers poking out of the top) and the look of a man who is way too sober, he gazes around for Flora.
Stepping out into Kaiholo port, today the botanist sports a pair of garishly large sunglasses, a string vest and a pair of tie dye patterned shorts; he doesn't know how to cheer up his sister, but a splash of colour never did anyone any harm, right? With a cigarette between his lips, a paper bag in one arm (there's a bottle of gin and a bouquet of carefully cut sunflowers poking out of the top) and the look of a man who is way too sober, he gazes around for Flora.
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
