all my nightmares escaped my head
At first he thinks about ignoring the voice that calls out to him, but he refrains the second he glances over at the man. Milo’s a smart guy and he really isn’t looking to piss anyone off today that he can’t handle. And one glance at Remi definitely seems to suggest he’s not about to win any fight there (also hello governor of past). So he drops off the list, slinks through the crowd toward Remi’s side – bronze gaze lifting ever so slightly to scan the Lullaby's face. “Aye.” He greets, before his head is tilting slightly and his hands find his pockets.
“Yeah, guess y’could say that. Torchline born ‘n raised ‘n all’ve that.” He shrugs, huffing a somewhat amused laugh. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” He asks, appraising Remi anew, wondering how he might be able to help him – if he could help him, of course.
“Yeah, guess y’could say that. Torchline born ‘n raised ‘n all’ve that.” He shrugs, huffing a somewhat amused laugh. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” He asks, appraising Remi anew, wondering how he might be able to help him – if he could help him, of course.
bar the door, please don't let them in
MILO
