Everest
'Are you saying you're allergic to me?' Ever wonders, trying on a glare for good measure only to immediately feel sick and ashamed of himself. Budding hormones mixed with embarrassment were certainly not a good combination for either boy.
"Your clothes?" Ever repeats, glancing up, but not daring to move. "Now you're not even trying to come up with a good excuse!" Shoving his hands under his armpits as if he was trying to give himself a hug and also use himself as a straightjacket, the attuned grits his teeth before rubbing one very hot cheek against his shoulder.
"I don't know what that means!" He mewls finally, the words bursting from his lips. "I never know, and you always just expect me to understand from context and sometimes I do but you don't have to rub it in my face all the time that you know another language, or that your dad is better than mine!"
"Your clothes?" Ever repeats, glancing up, but not daring to move. "Now you're not even trying to come up with a good excuse!" Shoving his hands under his armpits as if he was trying to give himself a hug and also use himself as a straightjacket, the attuned grits his teeth before rubbing one very hot cheek against his shoulder.
"I don't know what that means!" He mewls finally, the words bursting from his lips. "I never know, and you always just expect me to understand from context and sometimes I do but you don't have to rub it in my face all the time that you know another language, or that your dad is better than mine!"
