Everest
Glancing up, Ever's expression is one that's both smug and perfectly adoring as he watches Mateo sleepily clog his way out of his room, dressed in articles of clothing that likely aren't all his, and yet they might also have been purchased for this very occasion; one never knows. For his part, Ever is dressed like someone's dad, in a cable-knit sweater and neatly-pressed sweatpants. "He has. Or she." One never knows that these days, either.
"No I didn't." He protests, sounding just a touch playful. "It was like this when I got up." DING!, because of course the cinnamon buns are finished. Pulling them out carefully, Ever glances over his shoulder. "Care to help me glaze them?" The icing is already out, as are an abundance of different coloured and shaped sprinkles.
"No I didn't." He protests, sounding just a touch playful. "It was like this when I got up." DING!, because of course the cinnamon buns are finished. Pulling them out carefully, Ever glances over his shoulder. "Care to help me glaze them?" The icing is already out, as are an abundance of different coloured and shaped sprinkles.
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
