MILO
i never thought i'd see the day
i'd see you as somebody i could hate
i'd see you as somebody i could hate
“Yeah… All’ve that.” He rumbles, raising a brow to her momentarily before things start crashing down around him. He manages to wrap his hand, flashing an easy grin to Arialla at her concern. “It’s a’ight. I’m okay. Thanks.” At least for the time being. He’s tied his shirt around his wound when Melita tosses the bandages, and he stuffs them into a pocket just in case someone else needed them next.
But as per usual, it’s him that stumbles into more trouble. He digs into the rummage, pulling out a board when another falls and stabs and smacks into his hand – another hiss slipping from him as he pries the board up to pull his hand back to inspect it – already vibrant purple. He’s sure he’ll have some decent bruising with it.
Sighing, he pulls the bandages out, wincing as he moves to wrap it around, and trying to be even more careful to dismantle the pile from the top down so it won’t fall on him again.
Milo uses the bandages to wrap his hand and carefully tries to dismantle the pile from the top down so his hand doesn't get squished again!
But as per usual, it’s him that stumbles into more trouble. He digs into the rummage, pulling out a board when another falls and stabs and smacks into his hand – another hiss slipping from him as he pries the board up to pull his hand back to inspect it – already vibrant purple. He’s sure he’ll have some decent bruising with it.
Sighing, he pulls the bandages out, wincing as he moves to wrap it around, and trying to be even more careful to dismantle the pile from the top down so it won’t fall on him again.
Milo uses the bandages to wrap his hand and carefully tries to dismantle the pile from the top down so his hand doesn't get squished again!
i guess that's just the price i pay
for the blood red flags that i walked past every day
for the blood red flags that i walked past every day
