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 lighthouse is a place that Milo doesn’t venture to often. But when he does it’s usually to get some of the best views around. Even though it’s LongNight, he spends some time ensuring there’s no hels to come and ruin his day again, before he goes to wander around the lighthouse. He’s never been in it, not finding the need to get involved with Safrin when he was abandoned anyway. So he wanders, and watches the glimmer of bonfires along the beaches down below reflect against the cliff face. He watches the bioluminescent waves crash against the shore.
Then he smells a tendril of cigarette smoke, beelining toward the scent on auto-pilot, half expecting to find someone else sitting there. But instead, it’s a man he’s seen around a bit but never fully spoke to before. “Aye, didn’ mean t’bother ya.” He murmurs, nodding toward Rigby with a crooked grin. “Gods don’ answer durin’ LongNight so I wasn’ expectin’ t’find anyone up here.”
Then he smells a tendril of cigarette smoke, beelining toward the scent on auto-pilot, half expecting to find someone else sitting there. But instead, it’s a man he’s seen around a bit but never fully spoke to before. “Aye, didn’ mean t’bother ya.” He murmurs, nodding toward Rigby with a crooked grin. “Gods don’ answer durin’ LongNight so I wasn’ expectin’ t’find anyone up here.”
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
