Unaware of her feelings about skyboats or the state of her gloves, Mateo finishes up the middle part of the snowman and heaves it to sit on top of the base, seeming proud of their efforts so far. "Oh?" He turns, expecting the something to be a weird type of palm tree or some new animals on the beaches. What he gets, though, isn't actually about Torchline at all, but more about Paige.
Mateo does know Ludo, though not, like, personally, although there is a strange memory that tickles the back of his head some nights when he's about to fall asleep. Blinking himself back to reality, he's focusing just in time to see her shift, and a soft gasp leaves his lips at the sight of the little weasel. "You're so little," he says with a laugh as she clambers up and against his coat, nose to nose with the furry white creature. "That's so cool! You could be our snowman's scarf."
Mateo does know Ludo, though not, like, personally, although there is a strange memory that tickles the back of his head some nights when he's about to fall asleep. Blinking himself back to reality, he's focusing just in time to see her shift, and a soft gasp leaves his lips at the sight of the little weasel. "You're so little," he says with a laugh as she clambers up and against his coat, nose to nose with the furry white creature. "That's so cool! You could be our snowman's scarf."
