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"
“Mmm, could go fer som’a that fish.” Milo murmurs dreamily as Jack enters, clapping his shoulder and Milo offers Jack a nod after he stumbles a bit into the edge of a table before he’s flattening his palms along it and watching a few more people filter in. He offers an easy wave to Theo, then watches with hungry eyes as Zeph arrives with coffee and food – the red head slipping over immediately to snatch one to pop into his own mouth too and pour a cup of coffee, swallowing and yawning slightly as he goes to take a sip of the coffee to try and wake himself up.
Looking between everyone, watching as Jack picks the floorboards, Milo downs half the cup and sets it down before moving over to join Raza in removing the palm trees – grabbing a rope of sorts to try and tie around the tree to loosen it up from the ground. “Y’plannin’ on relocatin’ them? Or ‘re we jus’ gettin’ rid ‘a them?” He asks, glancing toward Raza before tugging on the rope wrapped around the palm tree, hoping he might have enough strength to pull it from the ground.
Milo to trees + Raza!
Looking between everyone, watching as Jack picks the floorboards, Milo downs half the cup and sets it down before moving over to join Raza in removing the palm trees – grabbing a rope of sorts to try and tie around the tree to loosen it up from the ground. “Y’plannin’ on relocatin’ them? Or ‘re we jus’ gettin’ rid ‘a them?” He asks, glancing toward Raza before tugging on the rope wrapped around the palm tree, hoping he might have enough strength to pull it from the ground.
Milo to trees + Raza!
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
