"Does it?" Mateo raises his eyebrows so high they disappear into his curls, as if this entirely reasonable explanation from his father is very far-fetched indeed. And to be frank, with the kind of upbringing the boy has had so far (not to mention the method by which he was born), ghosts are more likely than lies.
The matter of Remi's scariness is a more thorny matter, of course. "Dad's a demigod as well, but people don't find him scary," he points out. "And he looks how he looks, the same as you do." Whatever that means. But Remi brought it up originally, so Mateo's sure as hell going to run with it.
"...Less," he agrees with a sad smile, unsure how else to say it. "And you can make anything scary. That's the point!" Huffing and slouching his shoulders, Mateo sets down his rake. "We can just forget about it. I will tell them that you said no."
The matter of Remi's scariness is a more thorny matter, of course. "Dad's a demigod as well, but people don't find him scary," he points out. "And he looks how he looks, the same as you do." Whatever that means. But Remi brought it up originally, so Mateo's sure as hell going to run with it.
"...Less," he agrees with a sad smile, unsure how else to say it. "And you can make anything scary. That's the point!" Huffing and slouching his shoulders, Mateo sets down his rake. "We can just forget about it. I will tell them that you said no."
