Everest
With a completely dry delivery, it's with an equally neutral expression that Ever nods in the wake of his friend's bright laughter. Walking easily at Mateo's side despite having no idea at all where they're going, the paramedic's eyes are perhaps a touch more aware of their surroundings than they might otherwise be. He also has two cans of mace with him, one in his jeans and one in his coat pocket.
'What makes you think the artist is a girl?' Whether he's asking simply to fill the silence or as some poignant social remark is unclear. The closer they stroll to Central Park the busier things become even in the middle of the day. Unhappy about the amount of jostling bodies near his, Ever checks his phone for penguins. "Looks like....no." Another few seconds of googling reveals that in fact, they're quite hard keepers. "Do you still want to go?" He asks, in case penguins were the only real draw.
'......This smells better than I gave it credit for." Ever murmurs, sniffing the air as they line up in front of the cart.
'What makes you think the artist is a girl?' Whether he's asking simply to fill the silence or as some poignant social remark is unclear. The closer they stroll to Central Park the busier things become even in the middle of the day. Unhappy about the amount of jostling bodies near his, Ever checks his phone for penguins. "Looks like....no." Another few seconds of googling reveals that in fact, they're quite hard keepers. "Do you still want to go?" He asks, in case penguins were the only real draw.
'......This smells better than I gave it credit for." Ever murmurs, sniffing the air as they line up in front of the cart.
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
