Mateo
And here we have a study in opposites. To say that Mateo slouches up beside Sohalia where Koa has just smartly stood to attention is not far wrong, honestly, and it's with dark shades hiding tired eyes from the midday sun that he appears. The botanist is absolutely hungover, but luckily the peppermint bark he's chewing and the vague smell of incense on his clothes hides most of the more unpleasant elements.
"Showoff," he hisses at Koa, rubbing at his eyes under his shades and stifling a yawn behind his hand. Considering that he's absolutely in agreement that the Silk Houses do need to be made safer, Mateo doesn't look particularly bothered about being caught unawares. "If you could whisper your instructions to me, Sohalia, I would be very grateful," he adds.
"Showoff," he hisses at Koa, rubbing at his eyes under his shades and stifling a yawn behind his hand. Considering that he's absolutely in agreement that the Silk Houses do need to be made safer, Mateo doesn't look particularly bothered about being caught unawares. "If you could whisper your instructions to me, Sohalia, I would be very grateful," he adds.
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
