gravity don't mean that much to me
“Oy, is that so?” He questions with a wider grin, shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug as if it’s the first time he’s heard of it. “Guess I won’t complain then.” He feigns some dramatics, an arm waving in the air as if he’s trying to bat away all the compliments before Sam mentions he can pour his own tea, and Milo does. He pours a bit more into his cup and sets it back down, elbows braced atop the countertop.
While he waits for it to cool again, his amber gaze focuses on Sam’s story of Halo, head tilting to the side a small amount. “Maybe.” He considers, briefly, chewing on the inside of his cheek before his gaze finds Sam’s again. “I have a hard time stickin’ around for things. I gotta keep movin’ otherwise I get bored.” He explains, flashing what might be considered an awkward smile in Milo’s case, before taking a sip of his tea and hoping it’s cool enough.
While he waits for it to cool again, his amber gaze focuses on Sam’s story of Halo, head tilting to the side a small amount. “Maybe.” He considers, briefly, chewing on the inside of his cheek before his gaze finds Sam’s again. “I have a hard time stickin’ around for things. I gotta keep movin’ otherwise I get bored.” He explains, flashing what might be considered an awkward smile in Milo’s case, before taking a sip of his tea and hoping it’s cool enough.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
