Everest
Fluttering his lashes unintentionally Ever is at risk of leaving lines in his foundation given the deep frown lines he's forming. Shirtless but in the leather pants that Mateo has forced him into wearing, the paramedic sighs and tries to keep still, distracting himself by watching the sparkles that shift and dance on Mateo's eyelids.
"If you poke me in the eye, the rest of the doctors and staff will be diagnosing me with any number of ailments." He remarks mildly while his right hand subtly steals a makeup brush that he might have something tactile to fidget with. "Is that...are you sure that's necessary?" Going slightly cross-eyed as he watched Mateo choose a shade of lipstick, Ever nervously licks his lips and gulps.
"If you poke me in the eye, the rest of the doctors and staff will be diagnosing me with any number of ailments." He remarks mildly while his right hand subtly steals a makeup brush that he might have something tactile to fidget with. "Is that...are you sure that's necessary?" Going slightly cross-eyed as he watched Mateo choose a shade of lipstick, Ever nervously licks his lips and gulps.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
