Mateo
"Well, luckily we have the sky and the sea and some paints, so it can count today?" Mateo says, trying not to let himself lean into the awkwardness that he can feel clawing at the pit of his stomach. The fact that it has been so long, that he is a man grown now and this is the first real time spent with his father is... he doesn't know how it is honestly, and he supposes that's the point.
It's why the first words on his lips want to be like us? in response to Remi's remarks, but he swallows it back and lets out a long, slow sigh instead. "The who's of the world?" he asks, knowing next to nothing about Torchline and the lowlives running it - and especially not the one who had taken Flora's virginity, evidently.
Still, grinning in the wake of Remi's somewhat bitter analysis of Haulani, Mateo leans his elbows against the wall. "Yeah, I like it too," he says. "Oh, I got something for you as well."
Reaching into his waistcoat pocket, he withdraws a few small, sealed packets of seeds, holding them out for his father. "Fruits, vegetables and flowers," he says. "I wrote planting instructions on the back."
It's why the first words on his lips want to be like us? in response to Remi's remarks, but he swallows it back and lets out a long, slow sigh instead. "The who's of the world?" he asks, knowing next to nothing about Torchline and the lowlives running it - and especially not the one who had taken Flora's virginity, evidently.
Still, grinning in the wake of Remi's somewhat bitter analysis of Haulani, Mateo leans his elbows against the wall. "Yeah, I like it too," he says. "Oh, I got something for you as well."
Reaching into his waistcoat pocket, he withdraws a few small, sealed packets of seeds, holding them out for his father. "Fruits, vegetables and flowers," he says. "I wrote planting instructions on the back."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
