MILO
now they're standing in the door
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
As the star whale rolls over for the belly rubs, Milo’s attention is torn between both Jyoti and Amalia, amusement lingering along his face as he indeed gives Jyoti what she seeks. There’s a nod given to the information, tucking it away for later while he considers what the star whale is to this woman. Is she just… A pet? Or something more? Like Zeph’s chameleon?
He mulls it over, letting his gaze linger on the way she fixes her hair, but too oblivious to notice that there’s anxiety lingering in her words. “A shame.” He hums now that he’s focused on her more fully. “Aye, I do live here. Name’s Milo. I work on the docks.” He let’s Jyoti go to shift and turn to where they might be able to spy the docks from where they’re at. “Y’came at the right time. Storm season’s almost done. Longheat’s probably the prettiest Torchline gets.” He flashes her another playful grin at that, moving to make room for her should she wish to walk along the beach more. A few Hels circle around above them before one flies into the water to grab a fish to eat.
He mulls it over, letting his gaze linger on the way she fixes her hair, but too oblivious to notice that there’s anxiety lingering in her words. “A shame.” He hums now that he’s focused on her more fully. “Aye, I do live here. Name’s Milo. I work on the docks.” He let’s Jyoti go to shift and turn to where they might be able to spy the docks from where they’re at. “Y’came at the right time. Storm season’s almost done. Longheat’s probably the prettiest Torchline gets.” He flashes her another playful grin at that, moving to make room for her should she wish to walk along the beach more. A few Hels circle around above them before one flies into the water to grab a fish to eat.
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
