Nice flex, but I don't fuck with all the vanity
"Oh." Not normally one to feel jealous, Ever finds that he absolutely is just now. Whether that's because of his hormones or simply because Mateo has been afforded access to an entirely new body of knowledge previously unknown to Ever, he doesn't know. What he does know is that he thinks picking every single pod off of his friend's aloe plant might make him feel better. Instead, he sits on his hands.
Looking at the notes like he was being handed the karma sutra, Ever hums a note of distracted appreciation as he begins to sift through them, the aloe plant forgotten. 'Well, duh.' He agrees with a nod. "When I don't want something to eat, even if it's my favourite thing, I still don't like it." Since food and sex are apparently the same sort of thing, the boy guesses that makes sense.
"Thanks for these." He says latently, nearly stacking the papers together, before adding: 'I wonder if Molly's would take an apprentice. Or...an intern?'
Looking at the notes like he was being handed the karma sutra, Ever hums a note of distracted appreciation as he begins to sift through them, the aloe plant forgotten. 'Well, duh.' He agrees with a nod. "When I don't want something to eat, even if it's my favourite thing, I still don't like it." Since food and sex are apparently the same sort of thing, the boy guesses that makes sense.
"Thanks for these." He says latently, nearly stacking the papers together, before adding: 'I wonder if Molly's would take an apprentice. Or...an intern?'
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