Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
It's at times like these - and at rarely any other time, in fact - that Mateo wishes that his friend would be a little more socially aware. It passes quickly, of course, and the botanist centres himself against his shock to ask questions Everest will be able to answer. "Where did all of this happen?" he asks. "Are all of the Fae alright? Is the... the owlbear dead now?"
A very rude man stabbed me with a healing spear. It's unfortunate that, of this entire sentence, Mateo hears only man, stabbed me and spear, and for a second he looks a little like the gif of that blinking interviewer. "Oh," he says after mentally taking at least two shots of liquor, swallowing hard and leading them towards the hotspring in somewhat of a daze.
"Well, I am glad you are alright. Or less hurt than you were. It... it sounded serious. I am sorry that I wasn't there."
A very rude man stabbed me with a healing spear. It's unfortunate that, of this entire sentence, Mateo hears only man, stabbed me and spear, and for a second he looks a little like the gif of that blinking interviewer. "Oh," he says after mentally taking at least two shots of liquor, swallowing hard and leading them towards the hotspring in somewhat of a daze.
"Well, I am glad you are alright. Or less hurt than you were. It... it sounded serious. I am sorry that I wasn't there."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
