Everest
Scuttling along behind Mateo, covered in an unhappy about of tar and yellow moss, is Everest. One of his shoelaces has come untied, but he knows that if he stops to remedy it, he'll hear excitable cursing from his friend in a language he has yet to learn. So, soggy-panted, flushed and sweating in places he didn't know he could sweat from, Ever toddles in Mateo's wake making desperate marks in his notebook and trying not to trip over his own feet.
"How .... are you ... goi...nnng...to..feed..it?" Ever pants, sounding as if he's on the verge of having an asthmatic episode. Hopefully, Mateo has some peppermint bark back at his LaboRatOry; smelling it always makes Ever feel better. Until then, he'd do his best to choke politely and quietly.
"How .... are you ... goi...nnng...to..feed..it?" Ever pants, sounding as if he's on the verge of having an asthmatic episode. Hopefully, Mateo has some peppermint bark back at his LaboRatOry; smelling it always makes Ever feel better. Until then, he'd do his best to choke politely and quietly.
