MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
There’s something soothing about the way Fangorn moves toward him, vines flailing, the rumbled invitation something that Milo certainly decides to take him up on. And provided he gets close enough, he aims to reach down and offer a nice little pat of greeting to the gourd’s side. The second he does, though, his gaze lifts to Melita and he finds a small smile crossing his face, deciding to join her regardless of what plans he’d had otherwise (as if he had any in the first place). “Was jus’ thinkin’. Didn’ realize I ended up here when I did.” He shrugs, shoving it off for now.
As for what she’s there for, he nods and reaches into his pockets for a few of the nice little ones he’d picked up to bring home and do something with – perhaps clean them up and set them into some type of jewelry, another small little way to make a living while the Ark’s away. “Find anythin’ good in your haul?” He asks, keeping his fist closed over the rocks in his hand, awaiting her answer before he shows her the ones he’d found.
As for what she’s there for, he nods and reaches into his pockets for a few of the nice little ones he’d picked up to bring home and do something with – perhaps clean them up and set them into some type of jewelry, another small little way to make a living while the Ark’s away. “Find anythin’ good in your haul?” He asks, keeping his fist closed over the rocks in his hand, awaiting her answer before he shows her the ones he’d found.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
