Everest
'No?' Ever looks a touch disappointed, frowning as he pulls the light pink slab of meat back. 'I have heard of others practicing on the skin of oranges but...the skin isn't quite right. It doesn't mimic human flesh the way this does." And because this comedy of errors could get worse, adds. "I almost wish it could flinch or cry out in pain, so I would know if I was being too rough." Ever says with a sigh.
"Mm? Of course it is." Tugging the plastic off and then opening a small velvet pouch that holds a variety of needles of different widths, Ever glances up with an entirely naive and curious expression. "What else would it be?"
"Mm? Of course it is." Tugging the plastic off and then opening a small velvet pouch that holds a variety of needles of different widths, Ever glances up with an entirely naive and curious expression. "What else would it be?"
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
