last couple of months kinda been a disaster
A snort leaves Milo, a shake of his head as he works the many knots on the package. “Ye, tell that to the fucker that tied these t’shit.” He rumbles, a bit of frustration making its way out of him. He manages to untie the twine, moving to align the box on top of it and retie the knots, ignoring Saiden’s comment about tying knots. He could, he came from a family of fishermen. Whoever had done this before certainly couldn’t, and he’d already been in a rush to begin with.
But he finishes it, leaving it there and dismissing the cat to focus more properly on Saiden. “Milo.” He offers, a red brow raised as he waits for Saiden to reveal his name too for certainty’s sake. He wasn’t in the mood to have Zeph on his ass about giving it to the wrong person, after all. “’n no, I can make ‘em. The cat, that is.” And one day it might work out better once he’d practiced with it more – bigger creatures that could take more of a haul.
But he finishes it, leaving it there and dismissing the cat to focus more properly on Saiden. “Milo.” He offers, a red brow raised as he waits for Saiden to reveal his name too for certainty’s sake. He wasn’t in the mood to have Zeph on his ass about giving it to the wrong person, after all. “’n no, I can make ‘em. The cat, that is.” And one day it might work out better once he’d practiced with it more – bigger creatures that could take more of a haul.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
