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 is true, and Milo’s half prepared to argue the point when Sam gives in. The thoughts leave his mind like the wind, and he flashes an amused grin toward the Ascended, before continuing to tug the man around to find a room he can pick for his home to be. Subconsciously, Milo wonders if he helps clean this up if he might be able to crash here a bit more often, a way to get out of his over crowded home with his family.
He doesn’t comment on it, though, not as Sam picks one and Milo nods, letting Sam sit back on the floor while he goes to figure out what they have from down below that might help them clean up. And when he’s back, he’s got a broom and a few other cleaning items, looking down at Sam from where he stands to hear the protest. “Aye, it ain’t. But yer sick. I forgive ya.” He flashes a crooked smile and a playful wink Sam’s way. “Ya just rest, a’ight? Keep m’company. Then we'll call it fair.”
He doesn’t comment on it, though, not as Sam picks one and Milo nods, letting Sam sit back on the floor while he goes to figure out what they have from down below that might help them clean up. And when he’s back, he’s got a broom and a few other cleaning items, looking down at Sam from where he stands to hear the protest. “Aye, it ain’t. But yer sick. I forgive ya.” He flashes a crooked smile and a playful wink Sam’s way. “Ya just rest, a’ight? Keep m’company. Then we'll call it fair.”
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
