Everest
Hating compliments, especially when it feels as though he does something wrong, Ever gives his head another one of those violent shakes that sends his curls flapping about. "It...it just feels like one of those times where you say you feel sick to get out of something. Like how my dad asked that one time if you wanted to dust his collection of paperweights and you said you couldn't because you felt sick, but then you told me after you weren't." Realizing only after he'd said it that he might have pushed his friend into a corner, Ever just hrrmphs and shrugs.
"It's fine. I understand. You can go. I wouldn't want to hang out with me anyways." He mumbles, pouting, and feeling suddenly as if there was reason to be ashamed of the very colour of his hair as much as anything else about him.
"It's fine. I understand. You can go. I wouldn't want to hang out with me anyways." He mumbles, pouting, and feeling suddenly as if there was reason to be ashamed of the very colour of his hair as much as anything else about him.
