Everest
'Oh, ohhh. That makes sense.' Ever didn't want to be a cannibal, but also, his mouth was watering just at the sight of the sushi. Had Mateo said yes the paramedic wasn't sure what he'd have done. Opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out, Ever accepts a sushi roll like a pez-dispenser, before slorping it into his mouth. Normally neat and tidy when he eats, now he's chomping away at his food happy as a clam. "I vant to suck your blood! Ah-ah-ah!" He mimics poorly with his mouth full, grinning at Mateo with bits of rice stuck between his teeth.
The movie plays, the food is eaten, and in his bloodstream, the drugs rally one last time. Slack-jawed now and feeling like his soul was encased in mud, Ever leans heavily against Mateo. "I love you." He whispers, half dozing. "Will you hold my hand? I've always thought your hands were very soft and right now I'd like something soft."
Better Mateo's hand than his flaccid penis.
Probably.
The movie plays, the food is eaten, and in his bloodstream, the drugs rally one last time. Slack-jawed now and feeling like his soul was encased in mud, Ever leans heavily against Mateo. "I love you." He whispers, half dozing. "Will you hold my hand? I've always thought your hands were very soft and right now I'd like something soft."
Better Mateo's hand than his flaccid penis.
Probably.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
