[say]"Scommetto che ti chiami Frida. La versione femminile di cagna congelata,"[/say] Mateo grumbles under his breath as they leave the blondes to their rowing, and he also maintains steady eye contact with Frida as he limps swaggers away to the mats. [say]"You did not fuck up Christmas,"[/say] he tells Ever as he plops himself down onto the mat without so much as looking at the disinfectant. [say]"I had a great Christmas with you."[/say]
Honestly Mateo feels like he's been hit by a steam engine, and he'd probably benefit from a few sessions of sports massage to even know which muscles feel tight. But here they are, and so he flumps down into child's pose (from yoga - because he does know that one). [say]"My neck, my back, my... you know the words,"[/say] he mumbles into the mat.
Honestly Mateo feels like he's been hit by a steam engine, and he'd probably benefit from a few sessions of sports massage to even know which muscles feel tight. But here they are, and so he flumps down into child's pose (from yoga - because he does know that one). [say]"My neck, my back, my... you know the words,"[/say] he mumbles into the mat.