So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
As soon as Sam saw Milo smile, respond positively to his flailing attempt at seduction, he began to panic internally: he had been prepared for the sting of rejection and disappointment, not this. Was this what normal people could do, bounce back and forth banter and special looks until some unknown time when they agreed it was enough to establish contact?
..Gods, he was so awkward.
"Well..." Sam began, leaning on the counter and forcing himself to look Milo in the eyes. "I don't know if you know this, but Ascended bites...well, they can certainly be, um, quite...warming." He potentially put too much emphasis on the word trying to get his meaning across, but he hoped that might intrigue Milo enough to make it not matter too much.
..Gods, he was so awkward.
"Well..." Sam began, leaning on the counter and forcing himself to look Milo in the eyes. "I don't know if you know this, but Ascended bites...well, they can certainly be, um, quite...warming." He potentially put too much emphasis on the word trying to get his meaning across, but he hoped that might intrigue Milo enough to make it not matter too much.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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