"Ohhh." Ever says, as if he understands. "I don't understand that. So just...wearing the apron? Do they imagine you tending to your flowers?" Wanting to stretch out his hands and see if the gold on Mateo's shirt felt the way the botanist's kisses had or if it was colder somehow, it was only the fact that the room was spinning slightly that kept Everest against the doorframe.
Sighing decadently as he receives the shirt, Everest lets it fall over his bare chest for a moment as if gauging whether or not it was the right sort of swooooosh. Mateo hadn't let him wrong of course, and within moments he was struggling to put it on. "What do you enjoy?" Ever wondered suddenly, looking up from the complex task of buttoning up his shirt. Larger than his friend, as he moved to try and do it up, drug-addled as his mind was, even he could tell the buttons were at risk of shooting off if he tugged at them anymore.
Sighing decadently as he receives the shirt, Everest lets it fall over his bare chest for a moment as if gauging whether or not it was the right sort of swooooosh. Mateo hadn't let him wrong of course, and within moments he was struggling to put it on. "What do you enjoy?" Ever wondered suddenly, looking up from the complex task of buttoning up his shirt. Larger than his friend, as he moved to try and do it up, drug-addled as his mind was, even he could tell the buttons were at risk of shooting off if he tugged at them anymore.
If you keep adding stones
Soon the water will be lost in the well
Soon the water will be lost in the well
