MILO
the hope and the hurt has lived inside of me
but there's gold in the dirt
but there's gold in the dirt
Dark brows raise at the audacity of the first comment, though it’s part one of his mask – a look of innocence, shielded with amusement at the idea of it, even if he swirls with uncertainty within. “Nah, ‘sides, that lil punk’s just a bear shit.” He rumbles, waving a hand to pass it off. “Wouldn’t know th’ first thing ‘bout Torchline. Zeph won’t get rid ‘a me.” And honestly, even if Milo hasn’t met Felix, Milo can come to assumptions. Also because Sky doesn’t wanna constantly thread with herself.
At least the flight joke goes easy, and Milo rests again – bracing his arms on his legs in front of him while he watches Olavi – absently watching the ripples the merman creates within the waves. “Yeah, well, with the Ark gettin’ fucked earlier, hard to have anythin’ of worth for you lot.” Milo responds with a huff of a laugh. At the very least, Milo’d been busy working along the docks, honing his summoning skills where he could.
At least the flight joke goes easy, and Milo rests again – bracing his arms on his legs in front of him while he watches Olavi – absently watching the ripples the merman creates within the waves. “Yeah, well, with the Ark gettin’ fucked earlier, hard to have anythin’ of worth for you lot.” Milo responds with a huff of a laugh. At the very least, Milo’d been busy working along the docks, honing his summoning skills where he could.
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
