drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
Adrenaline is one hell of a feeling, one that pumps through him as he calls out to the figure when it disappears, as Ray agrees that they could leave now. He puffs out a brief, feigned, sigh of relief. “Fer the love’a Ludo.” He curses, taking Ray’s arm if she lets him, if only to try and make sure they don’t get parted if the specter shows again.
“I fuckin’ hope it doesn’t.” He offers, grimly, jaw clenching as he moves down the beach back toward the Port and Haulani, trying to gain as much distance between them and where the specter had last been seen. “M’ guessin’ the ghosts ya saw weren’t like that one, huh?” She hadn’t seemed rattled when he stumbled across her, not in that way at least. Perhaps it was because as she’d mentioned before, the figure had been familiar.
This ghostly spirit seemed to have no familiarity to Milo that he could tell, but he hasn’t tried to think on it too much.
“I fuckin’ hope it doesn’t.” He offers, grimly, jaw clenching as he moves down the beach back toward the Port and Haulani, trying to gain as much distance between them and where the specter had last been seen. “M’ guessin’ the ghosts ya saw weren’t like that one, huh?” She hadn’t seemed rattled when he stumbled across her, not in that way at least. Perhaps it was because as she’d mentioned before, the figure had been familiar.
This ghostly spirit seemed to have no familiarity to Milo that he could tell, but he hasn’t tried to think on it too much.
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
