[Training] life in prism

Mateo

champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between

Mateo supposes his friend makes a very good point there, and on that note, maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to brush up on his (non-existent) fighting skills himself. Ever is right, though, in that he absolutely wasn't paying attention to anything dragoon related - especially the closer to the war they got, when Mateo had actively rebelled against being made into a potential new recruit.

"Hey you said it," he quips with a grin at their apparently official lover-fighter dynamic, the botanist climbing to stand on his floating rock and nodding along with the other boy's idea. "That sounds simple enough. Alright, do your best to dodge this." The this in question, of course, is a pathetically direct attack, Mateo reaching out with his tentacle rod as if to bonk or grab Ever with the writhing appendages.

I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm