Everest
'Oh. Good idea.' Mateo really was clever, which was both a blessing and a curse when it came to listening to him. Ever could never poke holes in the things he said or suggested. Looking down at the bag of holding a touch reluctantly, Ever bites the inside of his cheek. "Have...you ever like...been in it?" He asks, touching the bag with his foot. "What does it feel like when you reach in?"
Lighting up a touch at that if only instinctively, Ever blinks brightly. "Yeah?" Had he a tail just now, it would have been wagging excitedly. "Can I bring my guitar?" Ever is still too young to be self-conscious of his playing. Finn had told him that he was doing a good job, and even though some of his chord-shapes were a bit fuzzy and not all of his sounds were always sharp, he believed his father.
Lighting up a touch at that if only instinctively, Ever blinks brightly. "Yeah?" Had he a tail just now, it would have been wagging excitedly. "Can I bring my guitar?" Ever is still too young to be self-conscious of his playing. Finn had told him that he was doing a good job, and even though some of his chord-shapes were a bit fuzzy and not all of his sounds were always sharp, he believed his father.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
