MATEO
Mateo emerges from the houseboat like the chaos tornado he absolutely is. There's only one arm in the sleeve of his coat, his scarf has been draped loosely over his neck and he's got a triangle of toast poking out of his mouth, all the why yelling a "G'bye dads!" as he tromps down onto the snow. Shrugging into his coat properly and taking an obnoxious bite out of the toast, he still manages to offer Ever a bright and dimpled smile.
"Ready! Want some?" he asks, holding out his buttered toast to share even as he fights to button his coat and knot his scarf properly with one free hand. "Oh - they made it glow," he says of the snow-dick, sounding a little bit traumatised by it but refusing to let it dampen his mood. "Must have been worried you'd get lost, I guess!"
"Ready! Want some?" he asks, holding out his buttered toast to share even as he fights to button his coat and knot his scarf properly with one free hand. "Oh - they made it glow," he says of the snow-dick, sounding a little bit traumatised by it but refusing to let it dampen his mood. "Must have been worried you'd get lost, I guess!"
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