MATEO
"You and dad have been busy," Mateo says, as if his growing mind has finally realised that his parents are pretty much always busy, and he's finally got the hormonal charge to resent it. He wrinkles his nose at the idea of using a pickaxe to do anything (have you seen Mateo?), but before he can express that in sass and withering glances for the pun in Remi's words, he spots something out of the corner of his eye.
A house. A figure slamming their hands against a window.
"Whoa--" Stumbling forward as if to get away from the illusion, Mateo collides with his father's back, clutching at his shirt. "Did you see that?"
A house. A figure slamming their hands against a window.
"Whoa--" Stumbling forward as if to get away from the illusion, Mateo collides with his father's back, clutching at his shirt. "Did you see that?"
the earth has music for those who listen
