don't threaten me with a good time

Mateo

Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat

Oh look, it's Keith. Mateo doesn't narrow his eyes at the nurse, but if his hair was long enough and he'd not been holding two coffees, he'd absolutely have flicked it over his shoulder. Right into your eyes, Keith. "Okey dokey," is what he says instead, swanning into the hospital and plopping down into one of the nasty plastic waiting room chairs. Slurping at his coffee and setting Ever's down onto the empty chair next to him, he fishes in his pockets for his phone.

After thumbing through Instagram for a couple of minutes, he can't help but instinctively go to text his friend. You don't have to trim your beard for me, Ever. I like you just the way you are. I got us coffees. This is accompanied by a bunch of sparkle emoticons and an eggplant for the sake of it. Leave the florist alone and what do you expect, honestly.

I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand