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"
His attention focuses on cleaning now, as Sam’s question hits. And perhaps he shouldn’t have asked the question with the tone that the Ascended replies back with, but he can’t help but to let a playful smirk cross his face regardless. “No, I did. A lot. Just…” He pauses in his clearing up of webs and dust to lean over toward Sam. “There’s plenty’a other places it’s fun too.” His brow raises with the grin shot Sam’s way, before he’s moving on and clearing up more of the webs.
“I don’t mind ‘em. Eat alla the other worse bastards ‘round the house.” He says by means of liking spiders. He supposes he might have to be the rescuer of the arachnids if he spends more time with Sam. On that subject, however, he’s sweeping dust into a pile when Sam suddenly shouts at him.
He jumps, because of course he does. “Oy, well…” Is there really a reason not to? He can’t think of one. So he flashes Sam a bright smile. “Sure. Wouldn’t hurt t’get away from the fam’ a bit.” And it’s not like he’s far from home anyway.
“I don’t mind ‘em. Eat alla the other worse bastards ‘round the house.” He says by means of liking spiders. He supposes he might have to be the rescuer of the arachnids if he spends more time with Sam. On that subject, however, he’s sweeping dust into a pile when Sam suddenly shouts at him.
He jumps, because of course he does. “Oy, well…” Is there really a reason not to? He can’t think of one. So he flashes Sam a bright smile. “Sure. Wouldn’t hurt t’get away from the fam’ a bit.” And it’s not like he’s far from home anyway.
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
