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"
Rigby’s comment does manage to spark a huff of amusement from the smuggler, a laugh that leaves him both in understanding and humor, before he’s shrugging his shoulders again. He’d never really thought much for himself in terms of exploring, too comfortable in his own life he had going on here. The trip to the Climb had been his exception and he’d raced back, remained here ever since.
But he captures the street rat’s attention when he mentions this side of the Ark and his grin grows almost a bit feline as he tilts his head this way and that. “Oh, y’know, movin’ things from th’Ark into Torchline ‘n doin’ whatever else needs doin’.” He’s a runner, a runner for the Ark’s smuggled goods, after all. But he’s not going to say that outright.
But he captures the street rat’s attention when he mentions this side of the Ark and his grin grows almost a bit feline as he tilts his head this way and that. “Oh, y’know, movin’ things from th’Ark into Torchline ‘n doin’ whatever else needs doin’.” He’s a runner, a runner for the Ark’s smuggled goods, after all. But he’s not going to say that outright.
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
