#eumomos

andrés: and i'm cooking dinner tonight. want to come join me ?

        “ so miss momo, ” andrés grins as he approaches her, drink in hand. it’s still early and people are trickling in, and andrés is taking the time to get a look at everyone’s costumes. momo, as always, never disappoints. when does she ever? “ harley quinn, huh? you look good, as always. do you ever get tired of showing everyone up, or are you just used to the feeling by now? ” he takes a sip of his drink before realizing hers is empty. he nods to her cup. “ should we fix that? ” 

      “ can you check me? i’m convinced something bit me last night and not in a good way. ” he stretches to try and get a better look at his back, waving momo closer. “ if this place has bed bugs, i’m fucking suing. first we have to scramble to get to italy –- like the fuck is the point of a safehouse if you have no evacuation plan, just a bunch of dite whores chartering their private jets and everyone else paddle boating to italy like a bunch of idiots –- now bed bugs. i knew this shit was free but they really didn’t have to make it feel that way. ” @eumomos​ 

       even though he’s almost always present with momo around, his head isn’t all quite there. with the recent events happening in such a blur, and minsoo to worry about, the trip to italy wasn’t the vacation he’d hoped for. instead of colosseum tours there was the ever-looming threat of demigod-eating monsters, and he was sure he wasn’t the only one feeling the weight of it. it takes him a moment to resurface from his thoughts, only blinking finally when momo speaks again. when he turns to her, his expression is contrite, bordering on sheepish. “ sorry, mo. ” he props himself up on his pillow and turns to give her his attention. “ just a little distracted. what were you saying? ” @eumomos​​