last couple of months kinda been a disaster
“Just look at me!” And look, Milo does – sweeping his gaze long and slow along James, snagging on tattoos and piercings, and letting that fill him with more than enough amusement to last what feels like a lifetime. He’s not one to judge, though, thin and scrawny himself just far more athletic in terms of running items and heavy lifting. He’s got muscles… Just, not many. Not a lot.
Still, a bright laugh barks out of Milo as James continues, sliding a bit closer to the man as the drinks are poured and one is handed to him. “Wouldn’t mind stealin’ some dry clothes fer myself.” He mutters, clinking his glass against James’ before downing the whole shot and wincing after.
How much was in there? His eyes water a bit, but he swallows it down like a trooper – stifling the cough he wants to give with a sharp exhale – as if that’ll work enough. “Though I guess that means takin’ these ones off, huh? Are y’gonna steal my clothes too?” He questions, flashing a grin toward James full of amusement and jesting, despite the roughness of his tone from the harshness of the alcohol.
Still, a bright laugh barks out of Milo as James continues, sliding a bit closer to the man as the drinks are poured and one is handed to him. “Wouldn’t mind stealin’ some dry clothes fer myself.” He mutters, clinking his glass against James’ before downing the whole shot and wincing after.
How much was in there? His eyes water a bit, but he swallows it down like a trooper – stifling the cough he wants to give with a sharp exhale – as if that’ll work enough. “Though I guess that means takin’ these ones off, huh? Are y’gonna steal my clothes too?” He questions, flashing a grin toward James full of amusement and jesting, despite the roughness of his tone from the harshness of the alcohol.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
