So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
The stranger walked past him to go to the fire and Sam found himself glad that he'd thought to clean up and keep the thing now; it seemed it was helping to warm the locals to him during Monsoon season. He tried his best not to stare too much at the man as he went over to the fire, not wanting to appear rude or weird, though he did allow himself a glance at his back.
"Oh, Samuel." He offered over the counter, shifting to sit on his heels so he was a little higher and for the moment putting his pen down, not able to work on his precise lines with company. Thankfully, Milo seemed to have correctly guessed he was Ascended but didn't mind about it, a refreshing occurence; he nodded. "Yes. I'm sure it'd probably be fine, but when I can afford to avoid it, I like to. You...know about Ascended? Not a lot of people here do."
"Oh, Samuel." He offered over the counter, shifting to sit on his heels so he was a little higher and for the moment putting his pen down, not able to work on his precise lines with company. Thankfully, Milo seemed to have correctly guessed he was Ascended but didn't mind about it, a refreshing occurence; he nodded. "Yes. I'm sure it'd probably be fine, but when I can afford to avoid it, I like to. You...know about Ascended? Not a lot of people here do."
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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