Mateo
"The fridge...?" As the coffee machine grunts and complains its way through the task, Mateo goes to peek into said fridge. And one advantage of wearing one's heart on the very tippy-tip of one's sleeve is that gifts are always appreciated very openly. Mateo's gasp of utter delight is audible even across the room, and he's pressing his cheek to the (very cold) bottle as he turns to face Ever. "Grazie mille!" he gushes, placing down said bottle and wrangling open the freezer to yank out the bottom drawer.
When he emerges to hold up said drawer, it will be to show Ever very carefully packaged parcels of pig, skin intact. "I got you more tattoo practice!" He beams, bending to wrestle the drawer back in and finish their coffee, before hot-tailing it over to the sofa.
"Okay okay okay," he says, setting down their mugs and grabbing Ever's stocking before moving to sit with him, offering it out with a dimpled grin. "Ta da!"
When he emerges to hold up said drawer, it will be to show Ever very carefully packaged parcels of pig, skin intact. "I got you more tattoo practice!" He beams, bending to wrestle the drawer back in and finish their coffee, before hot-tailing it over to the sofa.
"Okay okay okay," he says, setting down their mugs and grabbing Ever's stocking before moving to sit with him, offering it out with a dimpled grin. "Ta da!"
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
