Mateo
Whilst he might currently be a picture of hobo-chic, completely harmless snuggled in his blanket and with his curls drying around his shoulders, as Mateo sinks down at his place at the table, there's something decidedly off in his expression that makes him look like his father, and not the starlight express one. "Mm, I see," he murmurs, breaking up some of his bread to dunk it into his soup.
"Do you want to get used to it, though?" he asks. "Because that is the only thing that matters, you know. We all have things that we wish we could change about ourselves, and doing things that make us uncomfortable is necessary sometimes for growth. But if you are happy as you are..." Well. Then Flora is in trouble, in Mateo's (little black) book.
"Do you want to get used to it, though?" he asks. "Because that is the only thing that matters, you know. We all have things that we wish we could change about ourselves, and doing things that make us uncomfortable is necessary sometimes for growth. But if you are happy as you are..." Well. Then Flora is in trouble, in Mateo's (little black) book.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
