EVEREST
Humming a note of agreement as he sips in a breath of sea air, his senses lazily noting the way the saltiness had given away to dry grass, purple fog dulls the aviator's need to reach for a notebook and record each and every suggestion, though his fingers do itch at his sides for want of something to do.
"That's what Mateo said as well." That he didn't know himself, though from what Ever knew, Mateo was suggesting that he just masturbate a bunch. Which, not a terrible idea in the big scheme of educational exercises. "I thought so too. I took a leave of absence from work and told Flora I wouldn't be able to help with the bar for a while." He explains. "I thought at least a few weeks of studying? Or..' Frowning, not quite knowing how to capture what it was he'd be doing at the brothel, he looks apologetically at Isla.
"If not there, where?" The aviator agrees with a grin, as Isla comes around to his way of thinking. It might seem overly academic and analytical, but truly there was a lot to think about. At least for a man of 22 who didn't have the luxuries of a boy of 15 fumbling about for the first time.
"That's what Mateo said as well." That he didn't know himself, though from what Ever knew, Mateo was suggesting that he just masturbate a bunch. Which, not a terrible idea in the big scheme of educational exercises. "I thought so too. I took a leave of absence from work and told Flora I wouldn't be able to help with the bar for a while." He explains. "I thought at least a few weeks of studying? Or..' Frowning, not quite knowing how to capture what it was he'd be doing at the brothel, he looks apologetically at Isla.
"If not there, where?" The aviator agrees with a grin, as Isla comes around to his way of thinking. It might seem overly academic and analytical, but truly there was a lot to think about. At least for a man of 22 who didn't have the luxuries of a boy of 15 fumbling about for the first time.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
