Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"Ah, capisco." Mateo nods, knowing better than to ask more detail about Ronin's Safrin things. At least his father seems to be coming down from the Cordillera and hanging out with friends, which sounds like the most ordinary thing in the world until it's applied to Remi. "Thank you," he trills, already planning a multitude of recipes for the sweetgrass when the golden-haired Ancient makes her presence known.
He doesn't remember Isla at all, having been a baby when he'd last been actually introduced to her, but luckily decorum is something he's inherited from the Supernova, and he inclines his head politely to the Remedy. "Hopefully I was not in a brothel back then," he says with a warm laugh. "Please do not allow my father to reorganise any of my belongings while you are using La Verbena, by the way. Especially the plants."
He doesn't remember Isla at all, having been a baby when he'd last been actually introduced to her, but luckily decorum is something he's inherited from the Supernova, and he inclines his head politely to the Remedy. "Hopefully I was not in a brothel back then," he says with a warm laugh. "Please do not allow my father to reorganise any of my belongings while you are using La Verbena, by the way. Especially the plants."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
