MILO
now they're standing in the door
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
The light isn’t hard to see, not as the lanterns wake him up, popping through the window and right against his face like a very annoying alarm. He yawns, stretching out, about to go out and tell said person that it’s too early for lights to be out when the sun would be up soon enough. But as he inspects further, it’s for the Hanged Man, and is that Raza he sees off in the distance hanging another?
He sighs, rubs at his tired eyes and splashes some water on his face, before tossing on some clothes haphazardly and makes his way down the alley to the Hanged Man. He doesn’t announce his presence in the form of a hello as he enters, but he does yawn before he speaks.
“Aye Raza, it’s too fuckin’ early.” It’s a bit of a protest as he moves his way in and leans against a crate, stifling another yawn. “S’pose I can help s’long as there’s coffee and booze waitin’ fer the aft’rparty.” He flashes an entirely innocent grin her way, playful as he could be with how tired he felt. But he’s here now, an extra body to help fix up one of Torchline’s staples.
He sighs, rubs at his tired eyes and splashes some water on his face, before tossing on some clothes haphazardly and makes his way down the alley to the Hanged Man. He doesn’t announce his presence in the form of a hello as he enters, but he does yawn before he speaks.
“Aye Raza, it’s too fuckin’ early.” It’s a bit of a protest as he moves his way in and leans against a crate, stifling another yawn. “S’pose I can help s’long as there’s coffee and booze waitin’ fer the aft’rparty.” He flashes an entirely innocent grin her way, playful as he could be with how tired he felt. But he’s here now, an extra body to help fix up one of Torchline’s staples.
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
