Everest
Feeling nervous, as if Mateo might tell him to take a hike and abandon him in the woods because of his stumble (despite the fact that the other boy has given him absolutely no reason to think this), Ever glances worriedly over his shoulder at the root, as if expecting it to waggle at him. That it was lying perfectly still, completely innocent, made Ever instead wonder if Mateo was just...lying to him, to make him feel better. "Oh..okay. Well, sorry again."
Want to jump on a mushroom with me, is one of those sentences that sounds like it's code for something, only in this case, it isn't. Understandably Ever does not want to do this, but after having just knocked into Mateo (a grievous act, to be sure), he feels absolutely obligated to comply. "Yeah, sure."
Setting down his backpack and quickly scribbling in his notebook something about mushrooms and moving roots, he tightens his belt one hole, tucks in his shirt, and takes a deep breath. "Wait..." He mumbles dubiously as they approach one of the stalks? stems? of the mushroom. "How..do we get up there?"
Want to jump on a mushroom with me, is one of those sentences that sounds like it's code for something, only in this case, it isn't. Understandably Ever does not want to do this, but after having just knocked into Mateo (a grievous act, to be sure), he feels absolutely obligated to comply. "Yeah, sure."
Setting down his backpack and quickly scribbling in his notebook something about mushrooms and moving roots, he tightens his belt one hole, tucks in his shirt, and takes a deep breath. "Wait..." He mumbles dubiously as they approach one of the stalks? stems? of the mushroom. "How..do we get up there?"
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
