// every time you cross my mind, i brought another memory to keep yours inside
i saw us drown like high tide, and everything is nothing if you're not here tonight //
i saw us drown like high tide, and everything is nothing if you're not here tonight //
“Of course y’are.” He teases her lightly now that the weight of meeting the Governor a bit more officially is lifted. The blanket is taken and Milo’s heading toward the food and drinks, glancing along each table for something of interest. Her question has his gaze flickering back to her with an amused smirk. “Somethin’ sweet ‘n somethin meaty.” He’s not really picky, to be honest. But they break away and he peruses the table for drinks, spying the wines and alcohols laid out, some of them mixed with tiny little wood umbrellas that are rather adorable and fitting, he supposes.
He glances back when Aurelia confirms she loves weddings and Milo can’t help but to bark a bit of laughter at it, offering a nod of agreement. Plenty of food and booze and partying, what wasn’t there to like?
So he snags a bottle of something strong and two of the mixed drinks — not knowing entirely what’s in them but knowing they look enticing, when Aurelia’s suddenly back with a large stash of food, Milo’s own arms full of drink now when Melita approaches and he flashes the fiery haired girl a grin of greeting. His gaze slips to Aurelia with a roll of his eyes at the mention of Zeph and the Hels, however, chuckling low. “Governor’s prolly got somethin’ t’take away the barrage of Hels anyway. Wouldn’t want those fuckers t’ruin a weddin’.” He snorts, his gaze lifting as Aurelia asks whos with Zeph and Melita pipes up. He nods in agreement with the red haired woman before his gaze narrows on the guy that arrives.
And Milo? Well, he doesn’t particularly care that much. Not like Melita or Aurelia does. “Works with Zeph, wouldn’t worry t’much. If the Biter wanted ‘im gone, he’d be gone.” He juggles the drinks in his arms to reach out and grab a drumstick from the plate Aurelia’s piled up, flashing her a wink. “Y’can join us if ya want to Mel. Drinks ‘n food aplenty, jus gotta find a place to sit.” This decision he leaves for Aurelia or Melita to choose, Milo already diving into the drumstick.
He glances back when Aurelia confirms she loves weddings and Milo can’t help but to bark a bit of laughter at it, offering a nod of agreement. Plenty of food and booze and partying, what wasn’t there to like?
So he snags a bottle of something strong and two of the mixed drinks — not knowing entirely what’s in them but knowing they look enticing, when Aurelia’s suddenly back with a large stash of food, Milo’s own arms full of drink now when Melita approaches and he flashes the fiery haired girl a grin of greeting. His gaze slips to Aurelia with a roll of his eyes at the mention of Zeph and the Hels, however, chuckling low. “Governor’s prolly got somethin’ t’take away the barrage of Hels anyway. Wouldn’t want those fuckers t’ruin a weddin’.” He snorts, his gaze lifting as Aurelia asks whos with Zeph and Melita pipes up. He nods in agreement with the red haired woman before his gaze narrows on the guy that arrives.
And Milo? Well, he doesn’t particularly care that much. Not like Melita or Aurelia does. “Works with Zeph, wouldn’t worry t’much. If the Biter wanted ‘im gone, he’d be gone.” He juggles the drinks in his arms to reach out and grab a drumstick from the plate Aurelia’s piled up, flashing her a wink. “Y’can join us if ya want to Mel. Drinks ‘n food aplenty, jus gotta find a place to sit.” This decision he leaves for Aurelia or Melita to choose, Milo already diving into the drumstick.
MILO
