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
The praise from Jack is enough to give Milo quite the stupid grin on his face, before he’s harpooning another gourd. His gaze lifts to watch as Locke gets himself into a tree and surrounded by the gourds and after a moment he sees motion with Melita moving toward the reserves, when a thought occurs to him. He knocks a couple more gourds off the rail that have been attached, before he sprints quite quickly over toward Melita’s side.
“Oy, y’think yer Fangorn might b’able t’talk to ‘em?” He asks, a slightly hushed tone, bronze eyes scanning Melita before he notices the gourds are climbing back up and utters a quiet curse, grabbing a bit of the meat too – the kind that looks like it might be sort of looking like it’s turning and can’t be saved with the help of turning it into jerky of a stew of some sort. He breaks it up and tosses it off the side, wondering if they’ll be like dogs that want to follow any scraps of food offered.
“Oy, y’think yer Fangorn might b’able t’talk to ‘em?” He asks, a slightly hushed tone, bronze eyes scanning Melita before he notices the gourds are climbing back up and utters a quiet curse, grabbing a bit of the meat too – the kind that looks like it might be sort of looking like it’s turning and can’t be saved with the help of turning it into jerky of a stew of some sort. He breaks it up and tosses it off the side, wondering if they’ll be like dogs that want to follow any scraps of food offered.
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
