Everest
"I thought two was a couple, and three was a few?" Ever replies, his frown of confusion seeming to bow his words down into the shape of his lips. "I mean, I suppose I would say that a crowd is a herd. But I don't think three is a herd, even if it is a crowd." Which, by logical transitivity proofs that Ever has no way of articulating but intuitively knows, means that three can't actually be a crowd then.
Unable to parse the subtle changes in his friend's face for what they are, Ever simply drops to his knees with an oh! and reaches out to help Mateo to his feet. "You aren't normally so clumsy." He points out kindly as his hands try and wipe the snow away from Mateo's knees and jacket.
Unable to parse the subtle changes in his friend's face for what they are, Ever simply drops to his knees with an oh! and reaches out to help Mateo to his feet. "You aren't normally so clumsy." He points out kindly as his hands try and wipe the snow away from Mateo's knees and jacket.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
