last couple of months kinda been a disaster
“Maybe.” Milo offers with a soft laugh, a lighter smile gracing his features. It would take time but there wasn’t anything saying that if they didn’t go this time that they couldn’t go the next time the Ark sailed out. So speaking of Jack, the smuggler reaches up to run at his chin, considering her curiously before he’s leaning forward to inspect her drawing again. “Could suggest it t’Jack? Maybe next time we’re sailin’?” To take a trip to a place he’s understood to be a desert of sorts.
The rest of it though, his bronze gaze falls back to the drawing, watching it with interest before he’s drawing up to point at the crows nest. “Oy, put me there with m’spyglass!” A bright grin is sent Melita’s way, excitement to see how she tries to draw him with his addition, however crude it might come to be.
The rest of it though, his bronze gaze falls back to the drawing, watching it with interest before he’s drawing up to point at the crows nest. “Oy, put me there with m’spyglass!” A bright grin is sent Melita’s way, excitement to see how she tries to draw him with his addition, however crude it might come to be.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
