Everest
Wrinkling his nose and realizing that the pair of them smell like the smoke from inside even though they were a good deal away from the shop, Ever makes a mental note to air out the blankets and candles before they're stored. "Mmmmm. Paper." He has his list memorized, but he takes out the original to confirm, before also sneaking a look into his notebook. "And if we can't find any, I have lots at home, but.." Well. He was sure they'd find some.
"I think there's a cart..this...way..." Ever mumbles, leading them away from any such carts that might hold paper (or bandages), such that they'd find themselves on a crash course to Molly's. Trading for a few un-stretched painting canvases that could serve as both paintings and bandages, Ever nudges his friend's shoulder as they find themselves in front of Molly's.
"Just..a quick look?" He suggests with a smile that starts out naive before turning crooked.
"I think there's a cart..this...way..." Ever mumbles, leading them away from any such carts that might hold paper (or bandages), such that they'd find themselves on a crash course to Molly's. Trading for a few un-stretched painting canvases that could serve as both paintings and bandages, Ever nudges his friend's shoulder as they find themselves in front of Molly's.
"Just..a quick look?" He suggests with a smile that starts out naive before turning crooked.
But if the song never stopped, it wouldn't have any magic
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
