champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Feeling himself relax despite never once expecting Ever to say he wouldn't stick around, Mateo smiles at his friend and trails after him. Working his fingers through his curls and wiggling out of his sweater as well, already he can feel the pull of familiar sheets and pillows and the ease of having his creature comforts all around him.
"Oh?" Smiling crookedly at that and nodding - it might be nice, yes - Mateo drops his sweater rather than folding it and promptly crawls beneath his blankets. "I never mind you whining at me," he says with a soft laugh, "but a person can hug back better than a dog, it's true."
Grumbling something in the travelling tongue that doesn't really need translating based on the botanist's delighted tone, eventually Mateo's curled head pops back up above the sheets and he offers a sleepy smile to his friend. "Thanks for looking after this place so well."
"Oh?" Smiling crookedly at that and nodding - it might be nice, yes - Mateo drops his sweater rather than folding it and promptly crawls beneath his blankets. "I never mind you whining at me," he says with a soft laugh, "but a person can hug back better than a dog, it's true."
Grumbling something in the travelling tongue that doesn't really need translating based on the botanist's delighted tone, eventually Mateo's curled head pops back up above the sheets and he offers a sleepy smile to his friend. "Thanks for looking after this place so well."
