Mateo
"A fungal infection doesn't sound particularly fun, for a caterpillar or otherwise," Mateo mumbles - he has already halted at a vending machine, feeding a wrinkled couple of dollars into it. "Nectar and honey would do it, but this is easier to get hold of," he says, waving a small bottle of orange juice at Ever. He sprinkles some on the backs of his hands and over his coat and in his hair (obviously), brightening as they enter into the vegetation of the butterfly house.
"Would you? You always take the best pictures." It's true - for all of his lack of social awareness when it comes to conversation, Mateo has always found Everest to be quite the photographer. And as they begin their trek through the butterfly house, a brightly coloured specimen soon takes pride of place on Mateo's head, much to the delight of some passing children.
"Would you? You always take the best pictures." It's true - for all of his lack of social awareness when it comes to conversation, Mateo has always found Everest to be quite the photographer. And as they begin their trek through the butterfly house, a brightly coloured specimen soon takes pride of place on Mateo's head, much to the delight of some passing children.
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
