Everest
Misunderstandings abound. "Oh." Ever says, frowning and looking thoughtful for a moment. "Well...I think there are some inks that are vegan? But, I'm not asking to practice on you." Unsure how ink was either vegan or not (a marketing tactic, he currently believed), the paramedic shrugs and runs a finger over the slab of meat, before closing his eyes and running the same finger over the skin of his hand.
'It's remarkably similar. Want to feel? There's no blood and it's quite cold, but the texture." Ever who is almost always enthusiastic about anatomy, now looks properly crazy with delight as he unwraps what Mateo has currently labelled his torture device with incredibly careful and reverent fingers.
'It's remarkably similar. Want to feel? There's no blood and it's quite cold, but the texture." Ever who is almost always enthusiastic about anatomy, now looks properly crazy with delight as he unwraps what Mateo has currently labelled his torture device with incredibly careful and reverent fingers.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
