MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
A brighter huff of laughter leaves him at her surprise. “Prolly jus’ stuck t’somethin’ else, came along fer the ride?” He questions, amusement clear in his voice as he pops another wedge of the orange into his mouth. His gaze snaps to her face, away from the fruit, when she says it looks like him — only her words smoothing it over with a snort. “It’s a rambutan.” He informs her, chin lifting in a bit of childish amusement. “’n I think I take better care’a m’hair.” Reaching up to brush back the red locks, he finds it is rather spiky and tangled, not at all a good argument against her.
Still, he tries to tame it anyway, and when that’s accomplished, he reaches over to his pile of clothes for his boots, one that kept a small knife in it, before settling back and drawing the rambutan back to his palm, the orange set carefully with the others in his lap. “Y’gotta cut it. Then ya eat the insides.” He murmurs, slicing it open and in half in a circle like one might do an avocado, before the flesh is open and he tosses the top part into his discard pile with the orange rind.
He pulls out the inside now, cutting into it to give half of it to her, pulling out the seed within it. “’ts good, ‘n sweet.” He murmurs, flashing her a grin. “Like you.” Pair the compliment with a wink, a return for her own compliment back at him, before he takes a bite of it.
Still, he tries to tame it anyway, and when that’s accomplished, he reaches over to his pile of clothes for his boots, one that kept a small knife in it, before settling back and drawing the rambutan back to his palm, the orange set carefully with the others in his lap. “Y’gotta cut it. Then ya eat the insides.” He murmurs, slicing it open and in half in a circle like one might do an avocado, before the flesh is open and he tosses the top part into his discard pile with the orange rind.
He pulls out the inside now, cutting into it to give half of it to her, pulling out the seed within it. “’ts good, ‘n sweet.” He murmurs, flashing her a grin. “Like you.” Pair the compliment with a wink, a return for her own compliment back at him, before he takes a bite of it.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
