gravity don't mean that much to me
“Glad to hear it.” Milo rumbles, a half smirk crossing over his face. He takes the compliment with a nod of his head, before he’s approaching the counter to lean against it – watching the tea as it begins to heat up, before his gaze slips over toward Sam. Milo feigns dramatics as Sam mentions there’s no rum – what kind of person in Torchline didn’t have rum? it was a staple after all – but it disappears soon with a nod of his head.
He’ll be the judge of that.
He doesn’t notice the surprise at first at the mention of the docks, not until Sam’s handing him the cup and he blows on it a few times to cool it off when the question hits him. A bright laugh leaves Milo as his gaze lifts to Sam with a nod. “Yeah, I do. Zeph’s known me since I was justa pup.” He flashes a grin. “Got me the job, actually.” But then a brow raises as he goes to take a sip, wondering just how far Sam knew Zeph as well.
He’ll be the judge of that.
He doesn’t notice the surprise at first at the mention of the docks, not until Sam’s handing him the cup and he blows on it a few times to cool it off when the question hits him. A bright laugh leaves Milo as his gaze lifts to Sam with a nod. “Yeah, I do. Zeph’s known me since I was justa pup.” He flashes a grin. “Got me the job, actually.” But then a brow raises as he goes to take a sip, wondering just how far Sam knew Zeph as well.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
