MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
He’s so focused on sending his summoned bat careening into the leaning towers of pumpkins that he nearly jumps when Jack suddenly hands him a harpoon – hands immediately scrambling for it as the bat loses a bit of its focus before Milo’s picking it back up – giving it a solid command and doing his best to keep it going while they work to wreck the nasty gourds (sorry Fangorn).
“Would kill fer a good punkin pie.” Milo tacks onto Melita’s thought, aiming the harpoon to one of the larger, snarling gourds down below – trying his best to avoid Locke in the assault. The harpoon is aimed, then fired, headed straight for one that’s latched a vine onto the side of a pumpkin’s head prepared to climb up it.
“Would kill fer a good punkin pie.” Milo tacks onto Melita’s thought, aiming the harpoon to one of the larger, snarling gourds down below – trying his best to avoid Locke in the assault. The harpoon is aimed, then fired, headed straight for one that’s latched a vine onto the side of a pumpkin’s head prepared to climb up it.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
