gravity don't mean that much to me
An amused bit of surprise crosses Milo’s face with Sam’s response, grin shifting a bit more crooked. “Oy! Y’aren’t usin’ your fancy eyes well enough then.” He teases back, snickering lightly to himself. The amusement only grows as Milo questions about Nate – letting his eyes find Sam’s shift in emotions at the subject. But unluckily for Samuel, Milo isn’t attuned to it, doesn’t focus on the way his questions might come off awkward or bring back strange memories.
All he does is just nod, watching as the pot is slid over to the stove while he sucks on his teeth a brief moment. Feeling relatively try enough, that he won’t drip puddles along the floor, he slips over toward the counter to lean against it as well – hoping Samuel doesn’t mind the encroachment on his space. “Mm, prolly.” Milo responds with a shrug of his own.
But the mention of how people react with tea sets his brows raising. “Nothin’ wrong with tea. Tea with a bit a’rum… Now that’s a winner.” He shoots back before folding his arms in front of him where he leans against the counter. “Jus’ down the alley a bit. I work on the docks.”
All he does is just nod, watching as the pot is slid over to the stove while he sucks on his teeth a brief moment. Feeling relatively try enough, that he won’t drip puddles along the floor, he slips over toward the counter to lean against it as well – hoping Samuel doesn’t mind the encroachment on his space. “Mm, prolly.” Milo responds with a shrug of his own.
But the mention of how people react with tea sets his brows raising. “Nothin’ wrong with tea. Tea with a bit a’rum… Now that’s a winner.” He shoots back before folding his arms in front of him where he leans against the counter. “Jus’ down the alley a bit. I work on the docks.”
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
