MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
It’s been a long day – one that Milo isn’t entirely sure what to do with. How he ended up here on Apopo is as good a guess as any, but he has some thought behind it that seems to suggest that it’s purely because he’d gotten lost in thought and realized he had picked a path and stuck to it until he’d ended up here. So might as well make the most of it, right? He’s found a few fun trinkets to keep, things that weigh his pockets down. There’s a pretty feather from a toucan, a few shiny rocks that look like there might be geodes within them, and a few other little nice looking leaves he’d snuck away from the ground.
That’s about the time he walks up a bit further, squinting to see Fangorn calling out to him – his bronze gaze darting between Melita and Fangorn as it registers and he offers them an easier smile than he’s offered anyone else in a while. “Oh hi Melita.” He murmurs, offering a wave.
That’s about the time he walks up a bit further, squinting to see Fangorn calling out to him – his bronze gaze darting between Melita and Fangorn as it registers and he offers them an easier smile than he’s offered anyone else in a while. “Oh hi Melita.” He murmurs, offering a wave.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring