Mateo
Luckily for Ever, Mateo's cheeriness more than makes up for Petunia's wrath, and now that he's inspected his leg (it's not bleeding) and has finished wrecking decorating his cinammon buns, he treats their cat's anger as a fond wake-up call. "I thought it was nice. She looked adorable as she flung herself across the room. And she just wants to be grumpy and clean herself off, I'm sure she will be fine." He pats Ever's hand (covering it in icing, duh).
Watching as he crosses the room, Mateo rallies his Christmas spirit and is already leaning across to turn on their speakers, loading Spotify on his phone and starting up the kind of tinkling holiday music that never gets old. "Nooo, I will make the coffee and you sit down and start opening presents!" he trills over the clonking of the coffee machine he still only sort of knows how to use.
Watching as he crosses the room, Mateo rallies his Christmas spirit and is already leaning across to turn on their speakers, loading Spotify on his phone and starting up the kind of tinkling holiday music that never gets old. "Nooo, I will make the coffee and you sit down and start opening presents!" he trills over the clonking of the coffee machine he still only sort of knows how to use.
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
