Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Deep enough in the water now that only his eyes and nose are above the surface, Mateo is able to watch Ever’s thoughts fire and misfire, and his smile is a private thing masked by the steam of the springs. Replying to his friend does require the use of his mouth, and so it’s with an indulgent sort of reluctance that he bobs back up. ”That would be a bit of a problem,” he agrees, momentarily distracted by a smudge of colour over Ever’s shoulder where a small, baby blink hare is hopping along the side of the springs.
”You will not be an apprentice forever,” he considers. ”When will you be a fully fledged pilot? You could come and sail my skyship permanently?” And at least then they wouldn’t have to be apart.
The blink hare looks as though it’s going to take an accidental dip in the springs for a moment; luckily it startles itself into teleporting away at the last moment, and the two men are left alone once more.
”You will not be an apprentice forever,” he considers. ”When will you be a fully fledged pilot? You could come and sail my skyship permanently?” And at least then they wouldn’t have to be apart.
The blink hare looks as though it’s going to take an accidental dip in the springs for a moment; luckily it startles itself into teleporting away at the last moment, and the two men are left alone once more.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
