gravity don't mean that much to me
The fact that Sam grows so awkward during this exchange is only fuel to the fire that is Milo’s amusement. He grins, a hum of a laugh slipping from his throat as Sam mentions he doesn’t know where to even go to get those things. “Y’just… Don’t go lookin’. Comes to you, usually. Or chance encounters.” He’s half tempted to add in ‘just like this’ but with the look on Sam’s face, he thinks better of it, and downs the rest of his tea.
Subtly, he slides the cup toward Sam a bit as if to ask for more while he warms up and dries off, listening as the man speaks of books. “I have ‘nuff trouble sittin’ still for long periods a time.” Milo admits, perhaps a bit sheepishly. “I know how’ta read, jus’ don’t do it often.” He’s a go go go type of person, and sitting in one place reading a book seems the exact opposite of what he wants.
Still, Sam dives in the sad tale again, and Milo swallows a bit hard, a bit awkwardly, looking back to the fireplace curiously, even though it holds nothing of interest. “Sorry ‘bout that.” What else was he to say?
Subtly, he slides the cup toward Sam a bit as if to ask for more while he warms up and dries off, listening as the man speaks of books. “I have ‘nuff trouble sittin’ still for long periods a time.” Milo admits, perhaps a bit sheepishly. “I know how’ta read, jus’ don’t do it often.” He’s a go go go type of person, and sitting in one place reading a book seems the exact opposite of what he wants.
Still, Sam dives in the sad tale again, and Milo swallows a bit hard, a bit awkwardly, looking back to the fireplace curiously, even though it holds nothing of interest. “Sorry ‘bout that.” What else was he to say?
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
