drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
Wide brown eyes flicker toward Zeph, looking for the lie in the statement of making him his second. A surprise and shock, to be honest, but then he has to go and ruin it – any excitement that cascades along his face shifts immediately to a frown as he stares blatantly at Zeph – watching as he leans forward to snatch the flask.
“Y’bastard.” He grumbles, shaking his head hard enough that a bit of the red hair goes flopping over. “A’course I’ll work. Have been for a while now, wouldn’t know what I'd do without it.” He huffs, puffing a bit of air out, cheeks expanding as he does so. But his gaze does flicker back toward Zephyr. “What’ll I do? Bein’ your second. Still runnin’ or somethin’ else?” A brow raises with that, a tilt of his head.
“Y’bastard.” He grumbles, shaking his head hard enough that a bit of the red hair goes flopping over. “A’course I’ll work. Have been for a while now, wouldn’t know what I'd do without it.” He huffs, puffing a bit of air out, cheeks expanding as he does so. But his gaze does flicker back toward Zephyr. “What’ll I do? Bein’ your second. Still runnin’ or somethin’ else?” A brow raises with that, a tilt of his head.
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
