Everest
It's true. Ever hasn't been this tidied-up since the last outbreak at work when the staff had to where N-95 masks with a full seal. This isn't as bad, but he does feel a good deal more naked with his face un-scruffed. "I don't really want people looking at my lips." He mumbles, eyes somewhere near Mateo's shoulder as he frowns. He didn't really want people looking at him, which was why a costume of all black and a mask had seemed appealing.
"I'm—wh—ah." Glancing down to see that his hand and Mateo's bed were now covered in lilac glitter, the paramedic hisses in a breath. Luckily none of the glitter was sticking to the slick leather of his pants, but that hardly made him feel better. '—AH!—Wh—' Gulping and closing his eyes against the setting spray, Ever is surprised to suddenly be jostled out. "But—" But of course Mateo isn't listening, and suddenly the paramedic finds himself in full makeup, on the other side of a recently-slammed door.
Frowning, Ever wanders into the kitchen to pack them snacks for later (protein, lots of water, aspirin), as well as his notebook, before carefully tugging on his shirt. Despite hating wearing makeup, Ever is meticulous in his efforts to keep his friend's creation intact. That said, he can't help but frown at his reflection as he studies himself in the mirror.
"I'm—wh—ah." Glancing down to see that his hand and Mateo's bed were now covered in lilac glitter, the paramedic hisses in a breath. Luckily none of the glitter was sticking to the slick leather of his pants, but that hardly made him feel better. '—AH!—Wh—' Gulping and closing his eyes against the setting spray, Ever is surprised to suddenly be jostled out. "But—" But of course Mateo isn't listening, and suddenly the paramedic finds himself in full makeup, on the other side of a recently-slammed door.
Frowning, Ever wanders into the kitchen to pack them snacks for later (protein, lots of water, aspirin), as well as his notebook, before carefully tugging on his shirt. Despite hating wearing makeup, Ever is meticulous in his efforts to keep his friend's creation intact. That said, he can't help but frown at his reflection as he studies himself in the mirror.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
