last couple of months kinda been a disaster
It was far more likely that they wouldn’t ever see the cook again and to Milo, despite his curiosities, he doesn’t particularly care too much to find out what happened. Aside from that, all he can do is focus entirely on the switch in the conversation, over gods and choices, of differences between them. She was chosen by the gods and he was spurned, scorned and aptly described as Abandoned.
“Hm, think ‘d like Frey.” He lifts his head a fraction, cocking it to the side as a red brow raises curiously. “Don’ think I’d make Safrin too happy ‘n I don’ really got anythin’ in common with Ludo. So… Prolly Frey.” He shrugs his shoulders, knowing all too much how she’s a Ludo follower, how there are a few in the Ark crew that follow various gods. And Milo? Milo hasn’t tried in a very very long time.
“Hm, think ‘d like Frey.” He lifts his head a fraction, cocking it to the side as a red brow raises curiously. “Don’ think I’d make Safrin too happy ‘n I don’ really got anythin’ in common with Ludo. So… Prolly Frey.” He shrugs his shoulders, knowing all too much how she’s a Ludo follower, how there are a few in the Ark crew that follow various gods. And Milo? Milo hasn’t tried in a very very long time.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
