Everest
Ever doesn't understand the full moon comment (something about werewolves, maybe? It had just been Halloween). "But..then whose bed was I just sleeping in?" He asks with a bit of a tremble in his voice, glancing down at the bed scandalously.
It's for the best that Mateo started with pants, because had he not, he'd have had a very naked Everest on his hands. Literally. Slumped forward with his good shoulder against the florist, he fumbles to try and put the sweats on. Stuck on the very tricky logic of two-legs-one-pant, it's quite the relative success when his bottom half is clothed. He'd have been horrified of course if he had the wherewithal to notice just how revealing these sweatpants were, but as it was, all he knew was that the draft he'd been feeling was gone.
'Can you help?' Ever asks then, as if Mateo hadn't been already. Swinging so that his gown fell off of him, the easiest thing would be to put Ever's good arm through his sleeve and just drape the material over the other. Leaning toward his friend with a look of mystery, Ever whispers, "I don't think I've been to this morning, yet."
It's for the best that Mateo started with pants, because had he not, he'd have had a very naked Everest on his hands. Literally. Slumped forward with his good shoulder against the florist, he fumbles to try and put the sweats on. Stuck on the very tricky logic of two-legs-one-pant, it's quite the relative success when his bottom half is clothed. He'd have been horrified of course if he had the wherewithal to notice just how revealing these sweatpants were, but as it was, all he knew was that the draft he'd been feeling was gone.
'Can you help?' Ever asks then, as if Mateo hadn't been already. Swinging so that his gown fell off of him, the easiest thing would be to put Ever's good arm through his sleeve and just drape the material over the other. Leaning toward his friend with a look of mystery, Ever whispers, "I don't think I've been to this morning, yet."
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
