Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Another time. One can easily ruin a good high trying to chase a better one," Mateo says sagely - especially given that this is Ever's first experience under the influence. He watches, both curious and softly awed, not only at the description of what's happened, but at the ease with which Ever manages to explain himself and his feelings. "You..." His brow furrowing as he finds their fingers laced sweetly together, Mateo can't help the disbelieving laugh that comes hiccuping out of him.
"You feel good, then? Because of what she did?" Not knowing quite where to start, the botanist gives his friend's hand a gentle squeeze, finding the gesture to be a foreign one when it comes to Everest, but not an unwelcome one by far. "Who was this mystery woman?" And if she didn't possess magic and wasn't a goddess in disguise, Mateo will be dumbfounded to learn that all Ever needed to relax was his first kiss.
"You feel good, then? Because of what she did?" Not knowing quite where to start, the botanist gives his friend's hand a gentle squeeze, finding the gesture to be a foreign one when it comes to Everest, but not an unwelcome one by far. "Who was this mystery woman?" And if she didn't possess magic and wasn't a goddess in disguise, Mateo will be dumbfounded to learn that all Ever needed to relax was his first kiss.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
