gravity don't mean that much to me
“Yeah.” Milo responds with an exaggerated nod. “Fancier’n mine.” He jests back, gesturing with a hand to his dark brown gaze. But then he’s explaining Nate, turning to dry off a bit more with the fire, when Sam laughs and Milo’s attention flickers back up to the Ascended.
“Ah, no? Why’s that?” He prods, having never met Nate (not yet anyway) and wondering what about him meant he shouldn’t be in charge. Not like Milo was much for politics and what not, he stayed out of the public eye of questioning and things went smoothly after that.
Milo spins again, letting his side start to dry as the opportunity of tea is offered, the grin growing a bit brighter. “Man after my own ‘eart, huh?” He chimes with a laugh. “That’d be great.”
“Ah, no? Why’s that?” He prods, having never met Nate (not yet anyway) and wondering what about him meant he shouldn’t be in charge. Not like Milo was much for politics and what not, he stayed out of the public eye of questioning and things went smoothly after that.
Milo spins again, letting his side start to dry as the opportunity of tea is offered, the grin growing a bit brighter. “Man after my own ‘eart, huh?” He chimes with a laugh. “That’d be great.”
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
