drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
“Oy, stop with that.” Milo croons, waving off Zeph as he enters and closes the door. Zeph plops down in his seat and another chair slides out toward him where Milo easily sinks down in it as well, splaying out for a moment before the flash of the flask catches his eye and he grabs for it to take a swig. “Y’know me. I can’t sit still. M’soons be damned.” He slurrs, flashing a grin and handing the flask back.
“’Sides, dad’s home ‘n I can’t listen to another story about the whales fuckin’ with his fishin’ lines.” He makes a show, waving his hands around in the air, as if Zeph could imagine just how animated his father had been. “Have you been up to anything interestin’?” He asks, unable to wipe the grin from his face as he tilts his head toward the other man.
“’Sides, dad’s home ‘n I can’t listen to another story about the whales fuckin’ with his fishin’ lines.” He makes a show, waving his hands around in the air, as if Zeph could imagine just how animated his father had been. “Have you been up to anything interestin’?” He asks, unable to wipe the grin from his face as he tilts his head toward the other man.
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
