"You have broken another pencil." Mateo has been leaving his friend to it, mostly, because... well, that's what they do on the days when Everest is jotting down things in his notebook. Mateo is more than content to simply orbit around him, and is almost literally doing it right now; dangling from one leg out of the willow tree, his curls are just about long enough to be able to brush along Ever's forehead.
"Do you want me to get another one for you?" Despite the fact that this would involve falling out of the tree, rummaging through Ever's (undoubtedly) carefully organised pencil case and handing him another writing utensil, clearly this isn't something that bothers the Taliesin boy. "I think that page is probably beyond saving though, for what it is worth."
"Do you want me to get another one for you?" Despite the fact that this would involve falling out of the tree, rummaging through Ever's (undoubtedly) carefully organised pencil case and handing him another writing utensil, clearly this isn't something that bothers the Taliesin boy. "I think that page is probably beyond saving though, for what it is worth."
