Mateo
"You are in for a treat," Mateo assures his roommate, glancing over his shoulder to smile at him. A regular at the back of a truck or a stall (or some handsome Italian in a hospital bathroom), it's safe to say that the florist has experienced a rainbow of culinary delights. Not without risk, too, but he's certainly discovered a few safe options, and this is definitely one of them. He has both of their orders in his hands just as Ever nudges him, and he turns to scoot away from the dim sum stand so other people can get their food.
"Oh, how adorable," he coos at the couple, handing Ever his order and quickly stuffing a steamed dumpling into his mouth. And then, with equal cheer, "No, absolutely not." Chewing and swallowing, at least, before he extrapolates, Mateo blows on his food to cool it down. "I don't think it's for me," he says. "So much legal shit, and I dunno that I'd ever want to do more than live with someone. Even then." He wrinkles his nose; romantic commitment is a no thanks in his department.
"How about you?"
"Oh, how adorable," he coos at the couple, handing Ever his order and quickly stuffing a steamed dumpling into his mouth. And then, with equal cheer, "No, absolutely not." Chewing and swallowing, at least, before he extrapolates, Mateo blows on his food to cool it down. "I don't think it's for me," he says. "So much legal shit, and I dunno that I'd ever want to do more than live with someone. Even then." He wrinkles his nose; romantic commitment is a no thanks in his department.
"How about you?"
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
