Mateo
It's the sound of the tennis ball murder more than the sight of it that alerts Mateo, the botanist having closed his eyes against the warm Leafchange sunlight. Peeking across at Ever and smiling crookedly, he rolls onto his side and gets an elbow beneath him to tut at the shepherd. "And how are we supposed to use that to play fetch now that you have made it bald?" he wonders, reaching out to pluck a bit of fuzz off the aviator's nose.
"If you wanted something to destroy, I should have brought some of the clothes I don't need any more." Maybe the holes made by Ever's teeth would be an aesthetic and Mateo will want to upcycle the outfits, who knows? Regardless, for now the botanist fully takes advantage of Ever's canine form, giving one silky ear a gentle scritch.
"If you wanted something to destroy, I should have brought some of the clothes I don't need any more." Maybe the holes made by Ever's teeth would be an aesthetic and Mateo will want to upcycle the outfits, who knows? Regardless, for now the botanist fully takes advantage of Ever's canine form, giving one silky ear a gentle scritch.
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
