MATEO
"Practice on my... hand?" Mateo also makes a mouth out of his fist, but he doesn't smooch it. Instead he makes it make little mnap mnap mnap noises while moving his thumb. (Okay, the noises come from him, but whatever). "I don't want to date or kiss my hand," he decides, huffing out a breath. "Hey, maybe Fiadh will practice with me. That way we all get what we want." All being Mateo.
He can always trust Everest Hart to overthink things, and whilst in the future this will likely be met with little more than a sunny smile and a withering pat on the shoulder, right now Ever's insecurities become Mateo's, and he frowns. "I don't... I've never thought about that. I... well, I guess I'll have to find that out as well. I'm the older one, so I should be the one to do the experiment. Maybe I'll be able to explain it better when I've practiced."
He can always trust Everest Hart to overthink things, and whilst in the future this will likely be met with little more than a sunny smile and a withering pat on the shoulder, right now Ever's insecurities become Mateo's, and he frowns. "I don't... I've never thought about that. I... well, I guess I'll have to find that out as well. I'm the older one, so I should be the one to do the experiment. Maybe I'll be able to explain it better when I've practiced."
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