Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"I am not entirely sure that it likes touching you either," Mateo says in the rod's defence, though he's saying it entirely for Ever's benefit - it absolutely does enjoy touching the aviator. Still, Mateo isn't a monster, and he sidesteps around a bit as he waits for his friend to get ready. And this time, rather than going directly in for a tenta-tickle, he reaches out with the rod, allowing the writhing appendages to grasp a hefty rock.
Whipping the stone forward, the tentacles release it to send it sailing towards Ever's legs and feet; if it does miraculously hit, hopefully it should only catch him on the calf or something. (Again, though, the likelihood of it is by luck rather than design at this point).
Whipping the stone forward, the tentacles release it to send it sailing towards Ever's legs and feet; if it does miraculously hit, hopefully it should only catch him on the calf or something. (Again, though, the likelihood of it is by luck rather than design at this point).
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
