gravity don't mean that much to me
Honestly, Milo’s more surprised that Sam hasn’t heard a term like that used for children. But regardless, Milo was often compared to reacting much like a dog – a lot of love and attention to give, unfortunately paired with a short and stubborn attention span. Regardless, he remains leaning against the counter, listening as Sam mention’s he’s been living with Zeph, that causes his red brows to lift in surprise. “Yer livin’ with ‘im, huh?” He repeats, head tilting much like a dog as he considers it.
“Ah, y’can’t beat the ocean view.” He offers, taking another sip of the tea and flashing a grin to Sam. “I ‘spose this is fine without the rum, too.” He concedes, flashing Sam a wink before setting the cup down along the counter and glancing around the store again. “So… Are ya sleepin’ with him?” He knows Zeph has a tendency of going around, however, something seems to say that maybe these two have a different sort of relationship.
Still, Milo’s blunt, and yet he doesn’t know how else to ask it.
“Ah, y’can’t beat the ocean view.” He offers, taking another sip of the tea and flashing a grin to Sam. “I ‘spose this is fine without the rum, too.” He concedes, flashing Sam a wink before setting the cup down along the counter and glancing around the store again. “So… Are ya sleepin’ with him?” He knows Zeph has a tendency of going around, however, something seems to say that maybe these two have a different sort of relationship.
Still, Milo’s blunt, and yet he doesn’t know how else to ask it.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
