Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Ah, merda!" Mateo curses as he sees Everest move into the path of the oncoming rock, and he's already wincing and stepping back as if he can avoid the hit on his friend's behalf. "Mi dispiace tanto. Perhaps I should save picking things up for another time. Like when you are wearing armour." Resisting the urge to call everything off and go to check on Ever, as the aviator insists he wants another try, Mateo nods.
"Alright, but I will try again with this," he says, waving the rod (it waves as well, which is likely disconcerting for anyone who isn't Mateo). Taking in a long, deep breath and letting it out again, the botanist lunges forward, actually seeming a little better at it as he aims to touch Ever on the shoulder.
"Alright, but I will try again with this," he says, waving the rod (it waves as well, which is likely disconcerting for anyone who isn't Mateo). Taking in a long, deep breath and letting it out again, the botanist lunges forward, actually seeming a little better at it as he aims to touch Ever on the shoulder.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
