the earth has music for those who listen
"That's what the whores at Molly's say," Mateo tells his friend with a nod, because being more knowledgeable about this does not equate to knowing much at all. And when the youngest Taliesin figures sex out a bit more, and figures himself out a bit more, maybe he'll revisit this topic with a giant, glaring caveat for Ever. "Oh, it all feels good, I think. But the orgasm is the bit that feels the best. I guess it's why they keep going until it happens."
Nodding easily enough and picking his way up some steps back up towards the Pacifist Plaza, Mateo pauses to wait for his friend. "Oh," he says, furrowing his brow for a moment and then smiling to Ever. "Why wouldn't they expect it to not feel good for you? Other than maybe they don't know that you're old enough to want to be thinking about that sort of thing? I mean... do you want to do that stuff you saw at Molly's? If not right now then one day?"
Picking up the pace again, of course Mateo latches onto something random that Ever has said, and he pauses them next to the bakery below the Hart boy's apartment. "I do like apples," he says, approaching the open serving window to ask for an apple turnover. "Do you want anything?"
Nodding easily enough and picking his way up some steps back up towards the Pacifist Plaza, Mateo pauses to wait for his friend. "Oh," he says, furrowing his brow for a moment and then smiling to Ever. "Why wouldn't they expect it to not feel good for you? Other than maybe they don't know that you're old enough to want to be thinking about that sort of thing? I mean... do you want to do that stuff you saw at Molly's? If not right now then one day?"
Picking up the pace again, of course Mateo latches onto something random that Ever has said, and he pauses them next to the bakery below the Hart boy's apartment. "I do like apples," he says, approaching the open serving window to ask for an apple turnover. "Do you want anything?"
