Everest
'Tips aren't shiny?' The boy murmurs to himself, confused about what the girl finds so funny as much as he is about how tips (read: information) could have a texture like shiny. "Well I wouldn't trade for my music anyways." Ever mumbles, hugging his guiter to his chest as if it might protect him from all he doesn't understand. "It's for my mom, so.."
Twitching his lips slightly, Ever gives a boyish shrug. "From my dad. He's really really good." The boy explains, trying to meet Paige's gaze (because that was the polite thing to do) but finding it much too difficult. Eye contact was hard. "Like I said, it's my mom's birthday soon so we're going to play her a song." Ever tries to further explain, feeling the need to start babbling and doing his best to swallow it back.
Twitching his lips slightly, Ever gives a boyish shrug. "From my dad. He's really really good." The boy explains, trying to meet Paige's gaze (because that was the polite thing to do) but finding it much too difficult. Eye contact was hard. "Like I said, it's my mom's birthday soon so we're going to play her a song." Ever tries to further explain, feeling the need to start babbling and doing his best to swallow it back.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
