Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Aaaaaaah," Mateo sings to his friend - and then gargles, as it happens, because of course the gesture has opened his throat to allow him to drown and choke on the water. A lot of it spills over his chin and cheeks, but hey, it'll just interrupt the mascara streaks at this point, right? Spluttering and trying to sit up even as he's swallowing at the same time, eventually the botanist is left wet and breathless and blinking at Everest.
"We can check waterboarding off my list of kinks," he tells him, clapping him on the shoulder and wiping at his face. "Thanks. We're... you've not been home long, right?" Sometimes Mateo's leisure time creates warbling visions of Ever, so it's always best to check when the real think comes knocking.
"We can check waterboarding off my list of kinks," he tells him, clapping him on the shoulder and wiping at his face. "Thanks. We're... you've not been home long, right?" Sometimes Mateo's leisure time creates warbling visions of Ever, so it's always best to check when the real think comes knocking.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
