And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
"Hmm?" Looking genuinely puzzled which is more like the aviator of old, Everest looks pointedly at the ground as they stroll in an attempt to understand. (Not looking where he's going frees up mental resources, you understand). "Sorry, what?" He asks eventually, lifting his gaze and an eyebrow.
Watching Mateo swan about has Everest smiling broadly, and it's with his arms folded comfortably across his chest that the aviator leans against one wall and grins. "Can I get you anything? I made sure that the fridge and cupboards were stocked." Everest had never been the best cook, previously preferring his food exceptionally bland and without variation, but it had never stopped Mateo from requesting his services when he was too drunk or hungover to fix things for himself.
Watching Mateo swan about has Everest smiling broadly, and it's with his arms folded comfortably across his chest that the aviator leans against one wall and grins. "Can I get you anything? I made sure that the fridge and cupboards were stocked." Everest had never been the best cook, previously preferring his food exceptionally bland and without variation, but it had never stopped Mateo from requesting his services when he was too drunk or hungover to fix things for himself.
