Post by Everett King on Feb 13, 2014 17:47:04 GMT -6
He'd actually never fight with Erika of course, not in the physical sense. In fact, Everertt made it a point to keep his mind free of all violent thoughts, regarding anyone. His emotions, not easily expressed in words, often came out in his art, so it was best to keep himself clean. Making a mistake could result in really bad food, or a really dangerous drawing. "Noted. It shall not be forgotten"
With a sigh Ever stopped and bent over. Quickly he plucked one of the stiffer stems of grass and put it between his teeth, nibbling the blade. "Like walking on glass shards," he murmured as he began walking again, the crackling of the grass sounding beneath his boots.
"Don't patronize me," he huffed, clapping a hand gently onto the top of her head, smiling shortly. "I'm nice, not useless." Perhaps being underestimated was a good thing in some situations, in others it was annoying. He was stuck halfway at this point.
"Besides," he barked a short laugh, "I could totally pull off any dress, especially pink." Amused by her apparent distaste of the name, Everett chuckled. Granted, he'd probably overstepped his boundaries in that one, but there was no taking it back now. "And my hair, like the rest of me, is flawless. Don't make me get my spindle out gurl, that finger be ripe for pricking." In that instance, where that level of instant and god-awful sass had come from, he did not know. And he turned away quickly, hoping to never speak of it again.
"You're a swimmer?" He changed the subject with interest, turning his torso to walk sideways beside Erika. Well he was impressed, and pleased to meet a fellow athlete. Out of the water he lacked grace, but when he was submerged, well he could do anything. "Do you compete? What stroke do ya do?" he hounded with excitement, cracking his knuckles in his palm. Even the barest mention of swimming fired him up.
Needing something to do with his hands, Ever circled them behind his head and gripped his forearms as he walked. At her question he scoffed, impressed by her daring. "Too poor and too lazy to live off campus. As long as I've got a roof and a bed, I'm happy anywhere," he admitted easily with a lopsided grin.
"Well, your grandfather does have an institute to oversee and all, hey missy?" he asked cheekily, raising an eyebrow. "Weren't you going to tell me that part?"