Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
"Okay," Mateo says with a gentle nod, disappearing into the bathroom where the sound of running water, epsom salts and bubble bath will cover the sound of his breakdown. He ought to have asked Ever not to show him a mirror, in retrospect, because the mere sight of himself - and the missing hank of hair - has the sound of glass shattering that's hopefully muffled by the water.
Mateo hasn't cut himself or hit the mirror or anything so absurd. No, he's very calmly lifted it down from the wall and posted it unceremoniously out of the top of their bathroom window. Seven years of bad luck can sit on his dick and spin tonight, thank you very much.
Still muttering to himself in Italian about various hair care routines and how his favourite salon is all the way across town, Mateo almost misses Ever's call, but at least he's in the bath by then, covered in modesty saving bubbles. "Mmhm, ready," he calls back, wondering if he can hide under the water forever without it getting cold.
Mateo hasn't cut himself or hit the mirror or anything so absurd. No, he's very calmly lifted it down from the wall and posted it unceremoniously out of the top of their bathroom window. Seven years of bad luck can sit on his dick and spin tonight, thank you very much.
Still muttering to himself in Italian about various hair care routines and how his favourite salon is all the way across town, Mateo almost misses Ever's call, but at least he's in the bath by then, covered in modesty saving bubbles. "Mmhm, ready," he calls back, wondering if he can hide under the water forever without it getting cold.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
