Mateo
Mateo almost chokes on his own spit to hear the pun spill from Ever's lips, however awkward it might sound. And that turns into a bark of laughter, the florist rubbing at the stubble on his cheeks and giving a side glance up at the other man. "Dim sim it is," he murmurs, leading the way towards the stall while Ever brings up the zoo's homepage on his phone.
"Mm, glow in the dark paints?" He grins. "I wonder if she's any good. Do they have penguins? I like penguins." He likes most animals, actually, taking a sudden sharp left so they can hurry towards Central Park (we'll imagine they live close by OK) and the delicious dumplings awaiting them. "I think it's closer to lunch than breakfast, so this can be bunch," he decides.
"Mm, glow in the dark paints?" He grins. "I wonder if she's any good. Do they have penguins? I like penguins." He likes most animals, actually, taking a sudden sharp left so they can hurry towards Central Park (we'll imagine they live close by OK) and the delicious dumplings awaiting them. "I think it's closer to lunch than breakfast, so this can be bunch," he decides.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
