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 appears as though his answer hits home the way Milo had intended, a small smirk crossing his face in response too while he focuses on Rigby beside him, even if he’s leaned back and peering at the rest of the parties below. It remains dark, the cherry of his cigarette lighting his face when he asks what Rigby does, truthfully unsurprised with the answer.
So he pokes fun where he can, huffing a quiet laugh as his head angles back toward the street rat. “That so, huh? A twig like ya able t’steal shit?” He cocks a red brow, amusement lingering in the tones of his voice, eyes squinting a bit as if he might be able to see through the lie. “Tho I ‘spose people here aren’t th’most observant, eh?”
So he pokes fun where he can, huffing a quiet laugh as his head angles back toward the street rat. “That so, huh? A twig like ya able t’steal shit?” He cocks a red brow, amusement lingering in the tones of his voice, eyes squinting a bit as if he might be able to see through the lie. “Tho I ‘spose people here aren’t th’most observant, eh?”
that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"
singing "you may be the death of me"
