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"
How old is he? A crooked grin is sent Oliver’s way before his shoulders are rising and falling in a shrug. “Twenty-two.” But given the fact the rest of the kids down the alley were either in their pre-teens or just short of becoming a teenager, that made him quite the old man around the docks.
There’s a huff of laughter at being called noble, though, the red-head having never been called as such before. Usually a scoundrel, never a noble. But the kids at the end of the alley are looking back toward Milo and he waves back to them to hold on for a few moments longer, his attention returning to Oliver.
“Maybe’ll come check it out sometime?” A shrug granted before he’s moving away from where he’d crashed into Oliver, knowing that the blonde was alright. “See ya ‘round!” He flashes a grin Oliver’s way before he’s returning to the gathering at the end of the docks.
— FIN!
There’s a huff of laughter at being called noble, though, the red-head having never been called as such before. Usually a scoundrel, never a noble. But the kids at the end of the alley are looking back toward Milo and he waves back to them to hold on for a few moments longer, his attention returning to Oliver.
“Maybe’ll come check it out sometime?” A shrug granted before he’s moving away from where he’d crashed into Oliver, knowing that the blonde was alright. “See ya ‘round!” He flashes a grin Oliver’s way before he’s returning to the gathering at the end of the docks.
— FIN!
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
