Mateo
"You did?" Mateo's smile deepens as he hears about the houseboat, though his gaze is already on the scene before them, his busy hands reaching for a wider brush that he might start his work. "I thought the Stone Symphony must have washed it away when the river burst its banks," he admits quietly - because that is admitting that he had gone looking for it, of course.
Il Tramezzino is simultaneously the weirdest and most accurate name for his parents' home, and the peal of Mateo's laughter says as much. "Bella scelta," he compliments. As for Everest and the Mighty Dragon Repellant? "We considered that, but we realised we would need to get close to some dragons prior to figuring out a repellant. Everest decided it was not such a wise idea."
Everyone else is simultaneously too vague and too not, Mateo itching at the stubble on his cheek with the end of his paintbrush. "Er," he says slowly, "well, I am going to see Paige soon. She mentioned an island here made of bones, so we are going to look at it. Business is good, I keep busy." You know - busy drinking and getting high and making drugs and testing them, busy making too many friends whose intimate tattoos he knew but whose names he did not, that sort of thing.
His sister, though? Mateo shrugs a little too casually. "I used to try," he says. "I would visit her here every couple of weeks. We argued last time, though, just before Enzo's thing. So I haven't been back since."
Il Tramezzino is simultaneously the weirdest and most accurate name for his parents' home, and the peal of Mateo's laughter says as much. "Bella scelta," he compliments. As for Everest and the Mighty Dragon Repellant? "We considered that, but we realised we would need to get close to some dragons prior to figuring out a repellant. Everest decided it was not such a wise idea."
Everyone else is simultaneously too vague and too not, Mateo itching at the stubble on his cheek with the end of his paintbrush. "Er," he says slowly, "well, I am going to see Paige soon. She mentioned an island here made of bones, so we are going to look at it. Business is good, I keep busy." You know - busy drinking and getting high and making drugs and testing them, busy making too many friends whose intimate tattoos he knew but whose names he did not, that sort of thing.
His sister, though? Mateo shrugs a little too casually. "I used to try," he says. "I would visit her here every couple of weeks. We argued last time, though, just before Enzo's thing. So I haven't been back since."
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
