[P] sunlight, smoke, apple skins

[Mateo]

Teo is fond of the young prince. It is hard not to be, really-- the lad doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Maybe you could write his sweetness off as the side effect of having your every need catered to from the moment you were born, but Mateo is a man of history, and history has shown time and again that privilege can turn boys rotten just as easily as not. No, little Regis is one of those creatures that shines from the inside not because of circumstance or in spite of it but because that is simply who he is. The whole court benefits from it, in Mateo's opinion, and the smile on his lips brightens to see the dun.

Reggie offers to share the apple and Mateo laughs. "You'll make a fine diplomat some day, mark my words," he says as he takes the apple back and bites into it loudly. It is firm and rater tasteless, other than being decidedly bitter, and does not nearly meet the expectations he had been building up. There was supposed to be a poem in here, something hidden between the skin and the flesh, but all he tastes is... well, nothing much at all. Perhaps it is a poem of disappointment and impatience. He'll have to sleep on it.

"What am I up to? Oh, you know..." his eyes slip down the hall, casually looking out for Somnus or Eulalie or a babysitter. Does the prince have a babysitter? Anyway, no one is trailing the young pegasus so Mateo takes a step forward with a conspiratorial waggle of the brows. "Looking for trouble. The harmless sort, of course," he quickly clarifies, straightening in what he imagines to be a very dignified way. "What about you?"

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@Regis I can't handle how cute Reggie is ;_;

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