Mateo
If there's a flicker of anything golden in Mateo, it can appear and disappear entirely on a whim; perhaps it sneaks in for the merchant who makes him a particularly good cup of coffee, or a customer who compliments his flowers, or towards himself for purchasing his favourite dessert. Indeed, as Remi blatantly brings it up, if he expects his son to stutter and blush, the botanist instead offers him a grin.
"Well of course I do," he says, slowly for Remi's benefit. "I like most people, Dad." Reaching up to clasp the hands that squeeze at his shoulders, Mateo suddenly gets the impression that he's receiving a lecture. "So, should I... get her a card or something?" He tries.
"Well of course I do," he says, slowly for Remi's benefit. "I like most people, Dad." Reaching up to clasp the hands that squeeze at his shoulders, Mateo suddenly gets the impression that he's receiving a lecture. "So, should I... get her a card or something?" He tries.
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
