MILO
now they're standing in the door
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
Work goes quickly enough for the smuggler – content with the way the trees are able to be relocated. And he uses the rope he’s tied around the trees to pull them out to try and drag them to the edge of the Hanged Man so Raza can decide what to do with them later. And when that’s done? He’s certainly needing a drink – taking a moment of a break while she goes to inspect the rest of everything to chug a glass of water before the next task comes up.
He readjusts his shirt, sweat already beginning to show on the fabric he’s wearing, moving to stand by the lumber where Raza does. “Aye, I call hinges!” He rumbles, flashing a prideful grin Raza’s way, before moving to grab items needed to make the hinges, working diligently in an attempt to make two for each side as well as ensuring they’ll fit with the idea Raza has in mind.
Milo picks hatches!
He readjusts his shirt, sweat already beginning to show on the fabric he’s wearing, moving to stand by the lumber where Raza does. “Aye, I call hinges!” He rumbles, flashing a prideful grin Raza’s way, before moving to grab items needed to make the hinges, working diligently in an attempt to make two for each side as well as ensuring they’ll fit with the idea Raza has in mind.
Milo picks hatches!
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
