the earth has music for those who listen
"Yes, we can." Mateo's smile only grows, and he feels his stomach flop happily in a way that has everything to do with security and safety in his future, especially given that it's with his best friend. Granted, his smile turns into an expression of sheer horror at the idea of anyone putting gum on the leaves of his babies, and he almost knocks his glass over as his fingers flinch reflexively. "Definitely not," he almost hisses into his mostly empty water glass.
Nodding at the idea of asking Flora, Mateo puts his hands in his lap so he doesn't dramatically flail or anything. "I'll ask her," he decides with a bob of his head. "And yes, of course we can go together. It makes more sense than having to tell each other everything that happened, if we just go at the same time." But what he's said does tickle at something in his memory, Mateo tilting his head. "Didn't Frey grow you up too?"
Nodding at the idea of asking Flora, Mateo puts his hands in his lap so he doesn't dramatically flail or anything. "I'll ask her," he decides with a bob of his head. "And yes, of course we can go together. It makes more sense than having to tell each other everything that happened, if we just go at the same time." But what he's said does tickle at something in his memory, Mateo tilting his head. "Didn't Frey grow you up too?"
