Nice flex, but I don't fuck with all the vanity
Ever's expression is one of someone who wants very badly to argue, but who knows just enough to realize how ignorant he is. Even so, his frown is bordering on being painful. "Okay...so...what would I have had to see in order for it to be sex?" The boy presses.
Seated on a milk crate with his notebook folded across his lap, Ever has written down just about everything that Mateo and the makeup artist have had to say on the subject. He even added smiley-faces in the margins where his explanations or descriptions garnered a response, that he might later revisit them to try and figure out what was funny. There might not be any silly questions when it came to speaking with his father, but the same couldn't be said for many other people.
'Would your dads let you watch them have sex?' Ever wonders curiously, his head tilting slightly to the side. Knowing that your dads meant two demigods, the makeup artist seemed keen to know the answer to this as well.
Seated on a milk crate with his notebook folded across his lap, Ever has written down just about everything that Mateo and the makeup artist have had to say on the subject. He even added smiley-faces in the margins where his explanations or descriptions garnered a response, that he might later revisit them to try and figure out what was funny. There might not be any silly questions when it came to speaking with his father, but the same couldn't be said for many other people.
'Would your dads let you watch them have sex?' Ever wonders curiously, his head tilting slightly to the side. Knowing that your dads meant two demigods, the makeup artist seemed keen to know the answer to this as well.
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