last couple of months kinda been a disaster
A wide grin crosses Milo’s face at the mention of being the first Torchliner before. “We prefer t'be called Torcher’s.” He offers with a playful tilt of his head, an arm moving to set on his hip like he’s about to scold. “Hope it’s what yer lookin’ for.” He tacks on at the end of that statement, a huff of laughter. He doesn’t know what Chulane expected when it came to meeting the naturals here, but he hopes they hadn’t disappointed.
But Milo sips from his glass, watching Chulane casually, before the question is poised at him and his head cocks to the side. “The fuck’s a Ningo?” He asks, still clutching his glass. “Some sorta ice monster?” It’s a wild guess, but the thought of this man chasing after some weird humanoid animal cross in the snowy plains of Halo, does make him want to burst out laughing.
But Milo sips from his glass, watching Chulane casually, before the question is poised at him and his head cocks to the side. “The fuck’s a Ningo?” He asks, still clutching his glass. “Some sorta ice monster?” It’s a wild guess, but the thought of this man chasing after some weird humanoid animal cross in the snowy plains of Halo, does make him want to burst out laughing.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
