Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Well maybe you would work, still. But you wouldn't have to be a paramedic, you could just open a tattoo parlour and your millionaire could pay the bills," Mateo explains, attempting to follow his friend into a backbend but ending up slumping over so he can stare up at Ever from the safety of the mat.
"I mean, if you were dating someone I imagine you would find movies you both like to watch instead, and make new traditions," he tries gently, as if to plant the seed that if Ever was in a relationship then that necessarily meant that Mateo probably wouldn't be there.
But if Ever wants to stick with him, Mateo isn't going to complain, and he rolls back into a sitting position. "Hey, what if I date and find someone? What then?" He asks with a playful raise of his brows. It's a joke, of course (the most committed he's ever come to anything is his career and Petunia), but it's still funny to think about.
"I mean, if you were dating someone I imagine you would find movies you both like to watch instead, and make new traditions," he tries gently, as if to plant the seed that if Ever was in a relationship then that necessarily meant that Mateo probably wouldn't be there.
But if Ever wants to stick with him, Mateo isn't going to complain, and he rolls back into a sitting position. "Hey, what if I date and find someone? What then?" He asks with a playful raise of his brows. It's a joke, of course (the most committed he's ever come to anything is his career and Petunia), but it's still funny to think about.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm