Mateo
"Oh," Mateo says, with all of the airy acknowledgement of one who neither lives in Torchline nor cares about anyone's opinion, let alone Jack of the Ark's. (Alright, that's not strictly true, and the man beside him and the sister who is angry at him are proof enough of it, but shh). "Well, Stormbreak is doing its best to benefit from being permanently afloat, so I would not be surprised if the islands down here did the same."
Small talk appears to be the flavour of the day, and to anyone watching Everest it's clear that Mateo is on his very best behaviour, but whether Remi will know it is another matter entirely. Either way, it's why he resists the urge to snark or flounce or channel a spirit in response to the lacklustre reaction to his carefully curated gift - a good thing too, as it happens, based on what Remi says next.
All but lighting up from within, Mateo blinks up at his father, trying to stop a smile chasing away the shadows on his face. "What about the dragons?" he asks, because of course he does, however little it lasts in his attention span. "I will have to get someone to watch the shop, and my boat, but I would love to come and visit."
Small talk appears to be the flavour of the day, and to anyone watching Everest it's clear that Mateo is on his very best behaviour, but whether Remi will know it is another matter entirely. Either way, it's why he resists the urge to snark or flounce or channel a spirit in response to the lacklustre reaction to his carefully curated gift - a good thing too, as it happens, based on what Remi says next.
All but lighting up from within, Mateo blinks up at his father, trying to stop a smile chasing away the shadows on his face. "What about the dragons?" he asks, because of course he does, however little it lasts in his attention span. "I will have to get someone to watch the shop, and my boat, but I would love to come and visit."
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
