drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
Has he been drinking? Yup.
Heading toward the docks is a real shit idea. But he’s consistently had those, it seems. Especially with the weather and storm outside, Milo can’t help but to go stir crazy at home, unable to sit still. So he finds himself along the Port, familiar streets – seeking familiar faces that he might be able to hunker down with and annoy until they also kick him out. It’s an adventure, however, ducking consistently into varying shops to avoid the brunt of the winds as they cascade around.
It isn’t until he’s found the usual spot near the docks – an even shittier idea despite the way he watches the sandbags hold up for the time being. He eyes the canals warily as he dips into the meeting point, shrugging off the wet jacket and shaking out his red hair much like a dog. “Zeppphhhh, you in?” He calls out, clicking the door shut behind him and locking it as per usual. “I’m hoooomeeee.”
Heading toward the docks is a real shit idea. But he’s consistently had those, it seems. Especially with the weather and storm outside, Milo can’t help but to go stir crazy at home, unable to sit still. So he finds himself along the Port, familiar streets – seeking familiar faces that he might be able to hunker down with and annoy until they also kick him out. It’s an adventure, however, ducking consistently into varying shops to avoid the brunt of the winds as they cascade around.
It isn’t until he’s found the usual spot near the docks – an even shittier idea despite the way he watches the sandbags hold up for the time being. He eyes the canals warily as he dips into the meeting point, shrugging off the wet jacket and shaking out his red hair much like a dog. “Zeppphhhh, you in?” He calls out, clicking the door shut behind him and locking it as per usual. “I’m hoooomeeee.”
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
