[ he knows exactly what it looks like when you wake up from a dream that is more than just a dream, the stunned expression, the blown-wide pupils when someone or something pulls you out of your fitful slumber. looking down at him, he starts to piece together his own premonitions, the flash of silver hair, the feeling of loneliness ...
... oh, and the cold. that part is the hardest to forget.
milo doesn't bother hiding a shiver as he squats next to the couch where his pajamas no longer look like his pajamas. maybe he just isn't awake enough for this. his lips curl into a toothy grin; his mom always warned him about being too trusting and he really isn't, not when he hasn't been living by himself for very long, but there was something about this lost boy he had essentially run into ( nearly barrelled over honestly since he had been in a rush ) that he finds endearing and kind and strange. this city is full of odd ones but he's even odder than that.
folding his arms over the cushion edge, he tips his head to one side like a curious dog might, watching him for a beat or two. ] Bad dreams are best remedied with breakfast. You hungry?
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... oh, and the cold. that part is the hardest to forget.
milo doesn't bother hiding a shiver as he squats next to the couch where his pajamas no longer look like his pajamas. maybe he just isn't awake enough for this. his lips curl into a toothy grin; his mom always warned him about being too trusting and he really isn't, not when he hasn't been living by himself for very long, but there was something about this lost boy he had essentially run into ( nearly barrelled over honestly since he had been in a rush ) that he finds endearing and kind and strange. this city is full of odd ones but he's even odder than that.
folding his arms over the cushion edge, he tips his head to one side like a curious dog might, watching him for a beat or two. ] Bad dreams are best remedied with breakfast. You hungry?