So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Sam couldn't help but stare for a moment at Milo's smirky smile, finding it all entirely too charming: he'd never really had a thing for bad boys, but in that moment he wanted to be whisked away to the docks to begin his life of sexy crime. With a smile that would have flushed his cheeks had he the blood for it, Sam looked down into his teacup and sipped at it.
"A pup? That's a sweet phrase." He sat down on the seat behind the counter and crossed his legs underneath himself. "I've been living with him since I moved to the area. I used to live in the Hollowed Grounds...the houses here are much nicer. They certainly have nicer views, at least." Sam gestured to the window, which even as it showed the tumultuous storm outside, impressed him with it's vision of the roiling and shining sea.
"A pup? That's a sweet phrase." He sat down on the seat behind the counter and crossed his legs underneath himself. "I've been living with him since I moved to the area. I used to live in the Hollowed Grounds...the houses here are much nicer. They certainly have nicer views, at least." Sam gestured to the window, which even as it showed the tumultuous storm outside, impressed him with it's vision of the roiling and shining sea.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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