So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
"...Maybe if you're handsome or a charming dock worker." Sam replied dryly, managing to not be too embarrassed with this quip, a smile on his face; Milo obviously had to realise his good looks had something to do with it, right? Also, while this was likely not accurate, Sam couldn't help but picture the criminal underbelly of Torchline as somewhere inherently sexy.
He raised his eyebrows as Milo pushed a cup towards him, glancing over towards the stove. "The kettle is closer to you. Feel free." Sam said with a quiet laugh, thinking that once he'd have been too awkward to point that out. "...You know, in Halo they all read out their histories and stories for hours a day in the library. An entirely oral tradition, in a way...perhaps you'd like to hear the stories like that." That was assuming Milo was interested at all, of course.
He raised his eyebrows as Milo pushed a cup towards him, glancing over towards the stove. "The kettle is closer to you. Feel free." Sam said with a quiet laugh, thinking that once he'd have been too awkward to point that out. "...You know, in Halo they all read out their histories and stories for hours a day in the library. An entirely oral tradition, in a way...perhaps you'd like to hear the stories like that." That was assuming Milo was interested at all, of course.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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