Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Mateo's hand flutters dramatically to his chest in a gesture of aw, thank you, and both dimples have appeared by now as they stroll together towards the - conveniently half in the sky, Flora - marketplace. As her question trills through the air, he raises his eyebrows as if not having expected small talk, though it's something they're both very skilled at. "Strangely enough, I did not," he admits, sounding surprised himself.
"Everest was away piloting, and I thought I'd give sobriety a go for a week." That's code for I was hungover and depressed, which she will absolutely know, but whatever. Shifting the canvas under his arm, he does hold it out for her. "I did put the finishing touches on this, though. I was going to... well, I brought it for you. But if you don't want it, I can trade it at the market. It's just a view over Stormbreak."
"Everest was away piloting, and I thought I'd give sobriety a go for a week." That's code for I was hungover and depressed, which she will absolutely know, but whatever. Shifting the canvas under his arm, he does hold it out for her. "I did put the finishing touches on this, though. I was going to... well, I brought it for you. But if you don't want it, I can trade it at the market. It's just a view over Stormbreak."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
