Mateo
Mateo doesn't really have a response for that, because as much as he hates authority, arguing with an institution that hands out pilot licences on behalf of his friend is guaranteed to be fruitless. So instead he merely scrunches his nose and glares down at the paper in Ever's hands, as if he might set it on fire with his mind and thus erase the failing grade. (And hey, maybe he's a closet demigod, you don't know).
"Well... is the exam face to face, or just written?" he asks, running his fingers through wild curls and shifting to sit cross-legged on his boulder. "I wonder if you would be able to get a different sort of licence. One that just lets you pilot. You would not want to deal with passengers anyway."
"Well... is the exam face to face, or just written?" he asks, running his fingers through wild curls and shifting to sit cross-legged on his boulder. "I wonder if you would be able to get a different sort of licence. One that just lets you pilot. You would not want to deal with passengers anyway."
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
