Mateo
"Oh, I see... In that case yes, I do think they are quite similar." Mateo smiles, glad to have been able to draw parallels with Ever on the matter, if for no other reason than because it means his friend has definitely understood where he was trying to come from. And where the aviator philosophises, Mateo sciences, the botanist shrugging and rising to his feet. "I believe the same hormones are produced. So yes, in the most basic way?" He smiles.
Ever beats him to it when it comes to the dishes and clearing the table, and so Mateo merely offers a nod - yes, we - and is already on his way to his bedroom when the large canine trots past. Smiling somewhat sadly to himself (are you happy like this, Ever?), he clambers into bed and sinks down into the blankets with a sigh of exhausted contentment. "Goodnight," he mumbles into the aviator's thick ruff of fur, his fingers scritching gently behind a soft ear as he drifts into sleep.
~FIN
Ever beats him to it when it comes to the dishes and clearing the table, and so Mateo merely offers a nod - yes, we - and is already on his way to his bedroom when the large canine trots past. Smiling somewhat sadly to himself (are you happy like this, Ever?), he clambers into bed and sinks down into the blankets with a sigh of exhausted contentment. "Goodnight," he mumbles into the aviator's thick ruff of fur, his fingers scritching gently behind a soft ear as he drifts into sleep.
~FIN
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
