Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Quite so," Mateo trills of his friend's scientifically accurate terminology, finding the smile on his face quite hard to wipe away; hells, the fact that they're still holding hands makes it difficult to believe he hasn't also taken drugs this afternoon. "Paige did say that, but we were about eleven years old at the time. I can confirm that your hand does not make a very good kissing partner," he says, reaching out to pat the back of Ever's hand as if to apologise for that fact.
"Besides, there are different kinds of kisses, Ever. The feeling you will get from being kissed at Molly's will not be the same as with someone you care about. It is a messy and colourful business, is feeling." With a wink to the aviator - and it's okay, Ever, Mateo can't do it properly sober - the botanist shifts at last to try and get to his feet. "So how are the drugs at filling all that space?"
"Besides, there are different kinds of kisses, Ever. The feeling you will get from being kissed at Molly's will not be the same as with someone you care about. It is a messy and colourful business, is feeling." With a wink to the aviator - and it's okay, Ever, Mateo can't do it properly sober - the botanist shifts at last to try and get to his feet. "So how are the drugs at filling all that space?"
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
