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"
It was a trip, Milo having to pack a few things with him in a bag, clothes and the like shoved into a small pack that he throws around his shoulders and follows Sam out the door of his home quickly. Luckily for him, the Ascended wasn’t moving too fast, having caught up to him quickly. And when they finally reach the map shop, it takes some encouraging from Milo to get Sam to go all the way.
Eventually, however, they’re climbing the ladder and he’s dropping his pack in the corner of the corridor. Turning to Sam, however, there’s an easy smile that splashes across his face – reaching out to tug the Ascended closer so they might inspect the rooms, letting Sam lean on him as much as he needed. “Y’know, so was yer shop before ya moved in. I should know, I’d seen it.” He flashes a playful wink toward the other man.
As for getting it ready, well, it would take some work – if only because of the ladder. “So’s here’s what we do. Yer gonna rest ‘n I’m gonna start sweepin’ up the dust and gettin’ the rooms ready.” A decisive nod is given to that, peeking his head into the varying rooms and waiting for Sam to pick one for himself.
Eventually, however, they’re climbing the ladder and he’s dropping his pack in the corner of the corridor. Turning to Sam, however, there’s an easy smile that splashes across his face – reaching out to tug the Ascended closer so they might inspect the rooms, letting Sam lean on him as much as he needed. “Y’know, so was yer shop before ya moved in. I should know, I’d seen it.” He flashes a playful wink toward the other man.
As for getting it ready, well, it would take some work – if only because of the ladder. “So’s here’s what we do. Yer gonna rest ‘n I’m gonna start sweepin’ up the dust and gettin’ the rooms ready.” A decisive nod is given to that, peeking his head into the varying rooms and waiting for Sam to pick one for himself.
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
