meet me on seventh street

// 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 //

“Ain’t that the truth.” Milo offers with a bright laugh, his brown gaze flickering along Theo’s cards as he lays out his own pair. There’s a whistle that slips from the smuggler as he takes the pot over to his end, flashing a grin to the other boy that watches the reveal. The other boy reaches out to hand his cards back and Milo does the same, flashing a toothy pale grin back to Theo.

Another round? “Yea, I could go fer ‘nother one.” Milo offers, amused and grinning, taking a bit of the pot to use as his starting bid, waiting to see if Theo wanted them to split the deck again or if he’d simply begin to deal out the cards.

MILO