gravity don't mean that much to me
He’s got to give Sam credit, half imagining that the other red head would have thought Milo might brush off the suggestion – but it’s too amusing not to dive in and see how far it goes. And when Sam starts to explain, to lean along the counter near him, meeting him eye to eye, he looks into the other man’s blue eyes with a glimmer of intrigue.
He doesn’t know much about Ascended, certainly doesn’t know what those fangs can do. But he gets the implication – he understands what Sam’s trying to get at, and the grin grows a bit wider as his head tilts a bit. “Warm, ya say?” He chimes, moving to stand a bit straighter, lifting the cooled down glass of tea to drink the rest of it, before he slips around the other side of the counter toward Sam, bracing an arm along the counter he was just leaning upon.
“Suppose it depends on how long ya want me to stay? Could test the theory.” He makes a show of thinking it over, fingers drumming against the countertop, though his gaze never leaves Sam’s face.
He doesn’t know much about Ascended, certainly doesn’t know what those fangs can do. But he gets the implication – he understands what Sam’s trying to get at, and the grin grows a bit wider as his head tilts a bit. “Warm, ya say?” He chimes, moving to stand a bit straighter, lifting the cooled down glass of tea to drink the rest of it, before he slips around the other side of the counter toward Sam, bracing an arm along the counter he was just leaning upon.
“Suppose it depends on how long ya want me to stay? Could test the theory.” He makes a show of thinking it over, fingers drumming against the countertop, though his gaze never leaves Sam’s face.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
