Everest
"Your toes are very sensitive." In the front seat, the driver mutters something about toe-fetish fucktards under his breath. 'Onnnneeeee' Ever is trying both to count and inhale at the same time, which is making him sound like an absolute maniac. Cradled in the crook of Mateo's arm though, he's quite content actually.
There's a period of skeptical silence, before the voice on the other end sighs, having apparently been given more context by someone else nearby. "Is Everest there? Can you put him on so we can confirm, please."
"—seveeeen." Ever keeps counting. This is the highest he's ever counted, he thinks. Wait, was that a pun? Something about highest and ever, and everest, and...oh. Well now he's lost track.
'...oonneeeeeeee'
There's a period of skeptical silence, before the voice on the other end sighs, having apparently been given more context by someone else nearby. "Is Everest there? Can you put him on so we can confirm, please."
"—seveeeen." Ever keeps counting. This is the highest he's ever counted, he thinks. Wait, was that a pun? Something about highest and ever, and everest, and...oh. Well now he's lost track.
'...oonneeeeeeee'
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
