Mateo
"Sorry, sorry," Mateo repeats in a language he definitely knows his friend can understand, and it's lucky that Ever isn't a dog full time, because even a glimpse of puppy dog eyes and cute belly crawls would have him submitting to the aviator's every whim. Scritching the soft fur on top of the canine's head as if to cement his apology, Mateo moves to rummage back in his bag, locating a brush and a comb and setting them before Ever to sniff while he sets the bag aside.
"Lucky for you I am always prepared for a change of style," he tells the aviator, not that he expects him to be happy about this given the circumstances (and the whining). "It is not so bad - I do my best to be gentle, anyway. A lot of people enjoy having their hair played with, you know." So saying, he retrieves the brush first to try some light, gentle strokes down the length of the shepherd's back, staying away from any tangles for now.
"Lucky for you I am always prepared for a change of style," he tells the aviator, not that he expects him to be happy about this given the circumstances (and the whining). "It is not so bad - I do my best to be gentle, anyway. A lot of people enjoy having their hair played with, you know." So saying, he retrieves the brush first to try some light, gentle strokes down the length of the shepherd's back, staying away from any tangles for now.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
