Everest
Shooting his roommate a look, Ever takes a long sip of his coffee, shuffling out of Mateo's way as the florist prepares his own cup. "Or I could just not fill them." He counters softly, raising a brow. The thought of breakfast burritos makes his stomach turn, but even if he had only been a 4/Mateo, that was still more of a nuisance than he normally was.
"That's a relief. I had the strangest dreams last night." Dreams of pickup trucks wrapped in seaweed, of vampires and penis-arms. "Sorry to have...fallen asleep on you." He mumbles, the days-old scruff on his cheeks hiding the blush heating his face. The fact that he'd woken up naked was about as horrifying as realizing his hand had been interlocked with Mateo's while the two awkwardly spooned (having fallen asleep sitting up, only to partially slump over).
"That's a relief. I had the strangest dreams last night." Dreams of pickup trucks wrapped in seaweed, of vampires and penis-arms. "Sorry to have...fallen asleep on you." He mumbles, the days-old scruff on his cheeks hiding the blush heating his face. The fact that he'd woken up naked was about as horrifying as realizing his hand had been interlocked with Mateo's while the two awkwardly spooned (having fallen asleep sitting up, only to partially slump over).
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
