Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
Mateo scoffs, because in case Ever has missed it in the vast differences between their body types, he's not really the type to hit. But then the paramedic is leaning in and forcing his eye open and Mateo calls him a pezzo di cazzo che mangia merda and lets his knuckles turn white against the kitchen countertop. "Ow," he announces when his friend is finished, not bothering to wipe away the tears streaming down his face; it's easier to pretend they're from the inspection now.
"Let her be mad. You've had a busy few weeks. I'm sure she will speak with you eventually, whether you want her to or not." Letting out a shivery sigh, Mateo gazes down at himself as if he's not really seeing his own body. "Were you scared, when you were stabbed?" he asks softly, and when Ever offers to stay home with him, the florist barely hesitates before nodding. "Yes please," he mumbles.
"Let her be mad. You've had a busy few weeks. I'm sure she will speak with you eventually, whether you want her to or not." Letting out a shivery sigh, Mateo gazes down at himself as if he's not really seeing his own body. "Were you scared, when you were stabbed?" he asks softly, and when Ever offers to stay home with him, the florist barely hesitates before nodding. "Yes please," he mumbles.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
