gravity don't mean that much to me
Every year the storms come, and every year Milo goes insane by the first week of it. The same old same, similar frustrations and annoyances lingering in the idea of being cooped up that he can’t stand it anymore, departs his home to get into trouble yet again. Already he’s healing from a few cuts on his cheek, a few scratches and scrapes along his arms from debris picking up and flying through the air. Today seems a bit calmer at least in the morning, the smuggler moving along the alleys of Haulani with a hammer in hand, trying to nail down all the things that haven’t flown off yet.
He doesn’t know if it’ll work, but repairs made during monsoon season often took longer than when the storms were over. If he’s being honest, it’s worse during Longheat with the sun beating down overhead.
By the time he’s finishing up, his shirt is removed, used as a way to wipe away sweat and dirt and rain, hands dirty from mud and dirt as he worked. At least he’s content with the results of the day, already tired as he wanders back through the alleys, shirt slung over a shoulder while his red hair clings to his face — stopping only when he sees a new shop and recalls something about maps, and wonders just how accurate they are.
So he slips in, careful to not drip all over the shop floor, moving to peruse what kind of maps it offers.
He doesn’t know if it’ll work, but repairs made during monsoon season often took longer than when the storms were over. If he’s being honest, it’s worse during Longheat with the sun beating down overhead.
By the time he’s finishing up, his shirt is removed, used as a way to wipe away sweat and dirt and rain, hands dirty from mud and dirt as he worked. At least he’s content with the results of the day, already tired as he wanders back through the alleys, shirt slung over a shoulder while his red hair clings to his face — stopping only when he sees a new shop and recalls something about maps, and wonders just how accurate they are.
So he slips in, careful to not drip all over the shop floor, moving to peruse what kind of maps it offers.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
