// every time you cross my mind, i brought another memory to keep yours inside
i saw us drown like high tide, and everything is nothing if you're not here tonight //
i saw us drown like high tide, and everything is nothing if you're not here tonight //
“M’sorry mate.” Milo offers to the mention of being homeless. At least with monsoon season upon them, there should be plenty of work after – something to do and hopefully work with someone that could house the other man. Either way, Milo’s attention flickers to what other things Theo has, dark eyes flashing toward the lute with a wide grin.
But of course the storm has to ruin some of that entertainment. “Winds ‘re a bit much, eh?” He replies, perhaps a smidge sorrowfully and playfully at the same time, before the mention of cards has his brow raising. Oh, he’s known a thing or two about card games and what could be gained and lost – but it doesn’t stop his grin from turning wolfish as he focuses on Theo. “A deck of cards? Why didn’tcha say somethin’ sooner?” He grins, nudging an elbow out toward the other man, moving toward the space offered to take up the idea of a game.
But of course the storm has to ruin some of that entertainment. “Winds ‘re a bit much, eh?” He replies, perhaps a smidge sorrowfully and playfully at the same time, before the mention of cards has his brow raising. Oh, he’s known a thing or two about card games and what could be gained and lost – but it doesn’t stop his grin from turning wolfish as he focuses on Theo. “A deck of cards? Why didn’tcha say somethin’ sooner?” He grins, nudging an elbow out toward the other man, moving toward the space offered to take up the idea of a game.
MILO
