Mateo
Part of Mateo - the part whose personality has grown organically apart from either of his parents - is delighted by the prospect of a test subject capable of withstanding any kind of experimentation he wants to conduct. The rest, alas, is a thinker, despite appearances and attitude and... well, everything else. "Is this your way of trying to say you do not love me?" he murmurs with a smirk, because surely Mateo purposely attaching a dangerous creature to his father's face would satisfy the being killed by someone you love clause.
Meandering his way through the little shop and towards the sink he's installed to provide water to the (many, many) plants that now grow there, he grabs a clean cloth and dampens it, before handing it to his father. "Prego," he murmurs. As for the man, now it's definitely relief on his face, but he still can't really look Remi in the eye.
"Thank you," he says softly. "How did you manage to find him?"
Meandering his way through the little shop and towards the sink he's installed to provide water to the (many, many) plants that now grow there, he grabs a clean cloth and dampens it, before handing it to his father. "Prego," he murmurs. As for the man, now it's definitely relief on his face, but he still can't really look Remi in the eye.
"Thank you," he says softly. "How did you manage to find him?"
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
