Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"Stai zitto, è un piacere," Mateo all but sings to his friend from his place nestled on the ground. It is uncomfortable, and he will get a terrible sleep, but the amount of situations that Ever has rescued him from, he can absolutely stick this out for one night. They're traversing unknown territory here, besides, and he's not going anywhere. So when the other man speaks again, in subtleties that confuse Mateo more because they're coming from Everest than because he can't read between the lines, the florist sits himself up.
"But then you will get a terrible sleep," he says, whether that's because he's wide awake from having someone share his bed or because he's the one on the floor. Rubbing at one eye and gathering his blanket around his shoulders, he peers up at the paramedic with sleepy honesty. "Do you want me to stay up there with you? Or are you being polite?"
"But then you will get a terrible sleep," he says, whether that's because he's wide awake from having someone share his bed or because he's the one on the floor. Rubbing at one eye and gathering his blanket around his shoulders, he peers up at the paramedic with sleepy honesty. "Do you want me to stay up there with you? Or are you being polite?"
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
