Everest
"..must they?" Ever repeats dubiously, though no part of him wants to actually challenge his friend's plan lest the answers fall to him to provide. 'I'm not sure that anyone has...erm, attempted this before. You might be the first!" This latter sentiment is added rather hastily at the end, to try and suggest that Mateo was being groundbreaking instead of stupid.
Thankful for the halt, Everest drops to one knee and begins the process of tying up his shoe. Only..the laces are exceptionally dirty and grimy now, and if he were to tie the shoe, his fingers would become exceptionally dirty and grimey. WHich...well, was that preferably to a potential trip hazard? The stuff on his laces could be a biohazard for all he knew, and so instead of doing much of anything, Everest just knelt in place with his hands hovering around one foot, doing precisely nothing.
"Is..your friend okay?" One of the dragoons asks Mateo in a stage-whisper.
Thankful for the halt, Everest drops to one knee and begins the process of tying up his shoe. Only..the laces are exceptionally dirty and grimy now, and if he were to tie the shoe, his fingers would become exceptionally dirty and grimey. WHich...well, was that preferably to a potential trip hazard? The stuff on his laces could be a biohazard for all he knew, and so instead of doing much of anything, Everest just knelt in place with his hands hovering around one foot, doing precisely nothing.
"Is..your friend okay?" One of the dragoons asks Mateo in a stage-whisper.
