last couple of months kinda been a disaster
She loosens her grip and he huffs a quiet laugh against the brush of a kiss to his cheek, bronze eyes darting to try and see her in his peripheral, though it’s weak given the fact she’s essentially behind him. But then she’s off and he’s hardly got time to try and push himself up before she’s grabbing the donuts and jogs backwards and Milo’s finally gotten to his knees, spitting out a bit more sand and fruitlessly rubs at the side of his face to try and get the sand out.
Then she’s dangling the bag toward him and he peers back at her, squinting in the light. She sounds playful, but there’s something else, something he can’t quite place and doesn’t know where to start with it. So he manages to get up onto his feet, flashing her a soft smile as if he’s placating his defeat. He crosses the distance between them and the outstretched bag of donuts. “Mm well, seems pretty clear yer gonna win.” He offers her with a softer, more playful edge of his smile.
“An’ isn’t it somethin’ about pickin’ yer battles, or whatever all those Outlanders say?” He cocks his head, trying to use it as a bit of a distraction so he might snatch the bag out of her hand.
Then she’s dangling the bag toward him and he peers back at her, squinting in the light. She sounds playful, but there’s something else, something he can’t quite place and doesn’t know where to start with it. So he manages to get up onto his feet, flashing her a soft smile as if he’s placating his defeat. He crosses the distance between them and the outstretched bag of donuts. “Mm well, seems pretty clear yer gonna win.” He offers her with a softer, more playful edge of his smile.
“An’ isn’t it somethin’ about pickin’ yer battles, or whatever all those Outlanders say?” He cocks his head, trying to use it as a bit of a distraction so he might snatch the bag out of her hand.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
