Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"I've got a wet butt," Mateo mutters belatedly, wincing and wondering whether he'll have a bruise on the outside of his thigh when he climbs into his pajamas. When they eventually get home. If they ever do. "They didn't have cubes of ice. Do you want me to crush the snowcone into... cubes...?" Before he's able to reach out and do just that, Ever is already pressing the cold treat against his wrist, which of course just confuses him more.
"Ever... is... can..." Not used to being the one to make decisions, especially of a medical nature, Mateo gives himself a shake. "We need to get home. I will hail us a cab. Please be okay." Scrambling back to his feet, the florist lets out a shrill whistle through his fingers and tries to wave down... a car, he guesses.
"Ever... is... can..." Not used to being the one to make decisions, especially of a medical nature, Mateo gives himself a shake. "We need to get home. I will hail us a cab. Please be okay." Scrambling back to his feet, the florist lets out a shrill whistle through his fingers and tries to wave down... a car, he guesses.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
