Mateo
"Mm. I have never been to it - if I go, I will take some sketches for you and send them." It would give him something to do on a day off when he isn't hungover or waiting to be hungover, at least. Also if he takes ThirdEye and goes to look in a telescope, that's absolutely going to be worthwhile, right?
"Oh, Papà. I can make any time convenient for me," he says with a flash of teeth and a wave of his hand; speaking of hands, though, as the conversation turns back to Remi's, Mateo falls into quiet curiosity to listen and observe. "A vessel for a spirit," he repeats, matching his whispered tone to his father's.
Clearly the mere idea of it is thrilling to Mateo, and when he finally gazes from the spirit-arm and back to the man who owns it, he's grinning from ear to ear. "But you can write again. And draw and paint," he points out, gesturing to the bag on Remi's shoulder as if to ask if he wants to get started.
"Oh, Papà. I can make any time convenient for me," he says with a flash of teeth and a wave of his hand; speaking of hands, though, as the conversation turns back to Remi's, Mateo falls into quiet curiosity to listen and observe. "A vessel for a spirit," he repeats, matching his whispered tone to his father's.
Clearly the mere idea of it is thrilling to Mateo, and when he finally gazes from the spirit-arm and back to the man who owns it, he's grinning from ear to ear. "But you can write again. And draw and paint," he points out, gesturing to the bag on Remi's shoulder as if to ask if he wants to get started.
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
