// seventeen and bad, was the best you never had and you won't, sins you never said for yourself
seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. everybody got a name, everybody got a number //
seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. everybody got a name, everybody got a number //
Alright, so maybe he really had a stupid idea this time. But he’d summoned a small house cat – got too distracted and followed its movements (his orchestrations) toward the sandy beaches. If anyone asked, it was simply to save said cat from the storm and not just a way to try and get out of the house again. After all, he’d almost had the poor thing.
It isn’t until he’s further away from where the people roam to a space where people are few and far between – stopping with his ‘here kitty kitty’ show as he makes the feline disappear – shoving his hands into his pockets as he simply takes a stroll, unsure what else would be on the agenda for today. It seems like, for the moment at least, that the storm is calmed down, and with it Milo’s feeling a bit more at ease.
It isn’t until he’s further away from where the people roam to a space where people are few and far between – stopping with his ‘here kitty kitty’ show as he makes the feline disappear – shoving his hands into his pockets as he simply takes a stroll, unsure what else would be on the agenda for today. It seems like, for the moment at least, that the storm is calmed down, and with it Milo’s feeling a bit more at ease.
MILO
