MILO
the hope and the hurt has lived inside of me
but there's gold in the dirt
but there's gold in the dirt
Olavi would be right in assuming it was a trick of sorts. A summoned little fake fish that had no feelings, spinning idly through the water and looking like it were real. Regardless, a bright laugh slips from the younger man, a wide grin shot Olavi’s way. “Yeah, jussa bit.” He snorts, shaking his head before the fish disappears again and he plants both hands behind him on the stone to lean back on.
As for the quirk of an eyebrow and the sheer feeling he gets from Olavi and his question, Milo’s easy grin remains. “Mm, well, maybe ya fly or somethin’.” It’s clearly teasing, especially at the crooked grin that flashes along his face. “But I meant ‘fer Jack. Not so mucha the water shit.” It’s his turn to offer a slight raise of his brow back toward Olavi with that – how much did their little web collide.
As for the quirk of an eyebrow and the sheer feeling he gets from Olavi and his question, Milo’s easy grin remains. “Mm, well, maybe ya fly or somethin’.” It’s clearly teasing, especially at the crooked grin that flashes along his face. “But I meant ‘fer Jack. Not so mucha the water shit.” It’s his turn to offer a slight raise of his brow back toward Olavi with that – how much did their little web collide.
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
