Well, butter Tal's butt and call him a biscuit. The courier's mouth opened once and then closed. His nose wrinkled as he tried to pick out one sane thing in that sequence of events and he opened his mouth again...
And snapped it shut before breaking into a fit of coughing, spitting out the bug that had obliviously bumbled into it while he'd been trying to find the right words to...
To...
"I uh... y'know what? You win, kid. I give up. Anythin' you say." Weak from all the psychic damage he'd been taking in the conversation, Tal put both hands up to his face and scrubbed helplessly. A more glib man might have made a quip about Mateo having a literal godfather, but the courier was no Jigano and he just looked morosely after his former charge as the palm very slowly wandered further away from them.
At Mateo's words of encouragement, however, he perked up a little. "Hm? Oh... yeah. Yeah, I hope so. It should be th'only one that answers to 'Petunia,' at least." Because what else would he have named a walking tree?
And snapped it shut before breaking into a fit of coughing, spitting out the bug that had obliviously bumbled into it while he'd been trying to find the right words to...
To...
"I uh... y'know what? You win, kid. I give up. Anythin' you say." Weak from all the psychic damage he'd been taking in the conversation, Tal put both hands up to his face and scrubbed helplessly. A more glib man might have made a quip about Mateo having a literal godfather, but the courier was no Jigano and he just looked morosely after his former charge as the palm very slowly wandered further away from them.
At Mateo's words of encouragement, however, he perked up a little. "Hm? Oh... yeah. Yeah, I hope so. It should be th'only one that answers to 'Petunia,' at least." Because what else would he have named a walking tree?
