Everest
That doesn't narrow it down, what with Remi being a mad-inventor and Ronin being a soldier. Manticore. Ever supplies immediately, before bashfully realizing that his interjection might have been rude. The big lion...it's called a manticore. He adds more gently.
Er— Her house? But..he had only planned on being gone for a little while. He'd be late for all of the things he'd scheduled for himself, but of course it would be rude to say no. Luckily Fiadh didn't seem like she was waiting on his answer, which was actually a bit of a relief. Loping off in the direction she'd indicated, Ever just manages to make it to the grove of peppermint trees before his limbs threaten to give out. Fiadh isn't particularly heavy, but Ever is by no means in shape. Though he does run after Mateo a lot, his friend's ADD usually takes over before stamina is required.
Panting, Ever shoots the raccoon a wolfish grin despite himself. It smells so good! This will definitely wake him up in the morning. Wagging his tail, he moves near one of the trees, before cocking his head to the side. Erm...I'm going to shift, so...can you... He rolls his shoulders slightly, too nervous and shy to say get off.
Er— Her house? But..he had only planned on being gone for a little while. He'd be late for all of the things he'd scheduled for himself, but of course it would be rude to say no. Luckily Fiadh didn't seem like she was waiting on his answer, which was actually a bit of a relief. Loping off in the direction she'd indicated, Ever just manages to make it to the grove of peppermint trees before his limbs threaten to give out. Fiadh isn't particularly heavy, but Ever is by no means in shape. Though he does run after Mateo a lot, his friend's ADD usually takes over before stamina is required.
Panting, Ever shoots the raccoon a wolfish grin despite himself. It smells so good! This will definitely wake him up in the morning. Wagging his tail, he moves near one of the trees, before cocking his head to the side. Erm...I'm going to shift, so...can you... He rolls his shoulders slightly, too nervous and shy to say get off.
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
