Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Grinning and finding Ever's laughter contagious, it isn't long before the sound of their combined euphoria is ringing off the side of the schooner for the rest of the Skyport to hear - and it's a good thing that they're almost entirely camoflaged by the trailing lavender, else people might peep over and get more than they bargained for. "You know, I am not sure," he manages eventually, sweetly gripping hold of the aviator's and and turning to look at him.
"If you do not, that is still fine. It does not make you broken if you are not attracted to anyone in that way." As long as he's not plagued with fear and anxiety - as long as he can start to feel happy - Mateo really doesn't think it matters. As for kisses? "Oh, I just try it and see," he admits with a crooked grin. "If you pick the wrong person, it is fine. You will not always kiss the right person - the sky will not fall. Just do what feels good."
"If you do not, that is still fine. It does not make you broken if you are not attracted to anyone in that way." As long as he's not plagued with fear and anxiety - as long as he can start to feel happy - Mateo really doesn't think it matters. As for kisses? "Oh, I just try it and see," he admits with a crooked grin. "If you pick the wrong person, it is fine. You will not always kiss the right person - the sky will not fall. Just do what feels good."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
