MATEO
"Sorry, sorry! You can look up mine if it makes you feel better?" Mateo says. His cheeks are growing red, but it has more to do with the blood rushing to his head than any sort of blushing on his part. He's finding that Ever is getting better at thinking quick in a crisis, though and he wiggles enough in the vine's grip to get at his bag of holding. Good thing Ever is steadying him by that point, too, because it briefly tries to suffocate him.
"Hfffff... okay, here," he says eventually, swaying woozily with the vine as he hands his friend a knife that usually only appears to take samples or scrapings of moss. "Don't worry if I fall, I just don't want to be upside down any more please." They can get to the date ruining later. Stupid vines. Stupid jungle.
"Hfffff... okay, here," he says eventually, swaying woozily with the vine as he hands his friend a knife that usually only appears to take samples or scrapings of moss. "Don't worry if I fall, I just don't want to be upside down any more please." They can get to the date ruining later. Stupid vines. Stupid jungle.
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