MATEO
"I have no idea," Mateo says with a soft laugh, though he's at least over himself enough to be able to laugh at it again, and he shuffles to sit up in his seat. "I guess I can stay at school at least until I figure it out," he muses, rising to his feet to stretch and pottering about so he can get together some snacks for them to munch on while they chat. "Oh, don't worry about that. You didn't make me upset, Ever," he says, returning with some hunks of bread and cheese.
"Maybe her hands were just cold," he ventures, like that might be one of many explanations. He's just shoved some cheese into his mouth when the Hart boy hits him with another question, and it's with puffed out cheeks that he considers it. "Never really crossed my mind," he admits. "I kinda like having all my fingers."
"Maybe her hands were just cold," he ventures, like that might be one of many explanations. He's just shoved some cheese into his mouth when the Hart boy hits him with another question, and it's with puffed out cheeks that he considers it. "Never really crossed my mind," he admits. "I kinda like having all my fingers."
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