gravity don't mean that much to me
A voice pipes up and Milo comes to a dead stop in where he’s investigating, mahogany hued eyes lifting as a grin spreads across his face to greet the other red headed man at the back of the shop. He doesn’t sound like he’s from around here, but it’s no matter to Milo, not as he focuses on the offer that’s laid out. Shifting the shirt briefly along his shoulder, he turns a bit more fully to face Sam.
“Was just comin’ in to take a peek.” He offers, voice heavy with an accent. “Avoidin’ the storm is justa ‘nother perk.” He adds with a bright laugh to accompany the similarly bright smile. “I don’t mean’ta drip all over yer floor. Ya got somewhere I can dry off?” Comes the other request, smile shifting a bit lopsided at that. Hopefully the other man does, otherwise Milo’ll have to deal with picking a corner to stand in under the idea one puddle is better to clean up than a few.
“Was just comin’ in to take a peek.” He offers, voice heavy with an accent. “Avoidin’ the storm is justa ‘nother perk.” He adds with a bright laugh to accompany the similarly bright smile. “I don’t mean’ta drip all over yer floor. Ya got somewhere I can dry off?” Comes the other request, smile shifting a bit lopsided at that. Hopefully the other man does, otherwise Milo’ll have to deal with picking a corner to stand in under the idea one puddle is better to clean up than a few.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
