Everest
'You know I don't like things.' Ever offers with a stilted shake of his head; though if Mateo gave him anything at all as a keepsake, he'd be obligated to carry it around with him forever. 'You're very welcome.'
Turning to the lockers and briefly considering the numbers before him (maybe he could find a prime numbered locker), Ever presses his lips together as he navigates peeling his sweater off. "I had a run-in with an owlbear." He mumbles into the material, as casually as possible, before switching gears and adding: "I would like to keep my modesty."
So saying, what Everest Hart strips down to is a swimming shirt and overly modest swimming shorts that nearly reach his knees.
Turning to the lockers and briefly considering the numbers before him (maybe he could find a prime numbered locker), Ever presses his lips together as he navigates peeling his sweater off. "I had a run-in with an owlbear." He mumbles into the material, as casually as possible, before switching gears and adding: "I would like to keep my modesty."
So saying, what Everest Hart strips down to is a swimming shirt and overly modest swimming shorts that nearly reach his knees.
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
