Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Mmm!" Mateo agrees right back at Ever, because apparently that's the new game they are playing - along with thrusting his leg between the botanist's thighs, it seems. "I always knew this night would come," he mumbles, clearly taking his friends steadily presence as a green light. The height difference will come in handy here as well, as it happens, because as Mateo slumps forward, he's delivering an open mouthed kiss to Ever's chin rather than his lips.
"Your tongue's spiky," he slurs, about to take umbridge with that fact were it not for the prospect of dressing up his friend and roommate. "Yesss," he confirms, tucking himself firmly under Ever's arm as if he's going to be the one helping to carry him home. "I got a purse you will like. It has boats on it."
"Your tongue's spiky," he slurs, about to take umbridge with that fact were it not for the prospect of dressing up his friend and roommate. "Yesss," he confirms, tucking himself firmly under Ever's arm as if he's going to be the one helping to carry him home. "I got a purse you will like. It has boats on it."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
