[ it's really not every day you find yourself in possession of one bougie-looking kid who's just about your age but acts like he is from not just another country but another time period entirely. milo blinks a few times when he spies the tufs of silvery hair beneath blankets on his ( comfortable, thanks much ) couch, still in bed himself. he yawns, stretches one way, stretches the other, and eventually pulls himself out of bed.
he runs a hand through teal hair, not that it helps or anything, but it at least momentarily gets the longer ends out of his face as he shuffles over to take a better look at the temporary resident in his little studio. a european, he thought, but that doesn't seem entirely right because there is something otherworldly about him that he can't quite put his finger on.
huh.
he had a dream about this, he's pretty sure. it was cold and someone was lost and it had been up to him to help but – how? ]
Hey.
[ he leans over the couch, one hand on the backrest, and gently shakes the other's shoulder, jostling both the boy and the blankets that cover him. whatever mat is wearing right now doesn't look like the sleep clothes he lent him last night. huh]
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he runs a hand through teal hair, not that it helps or anything, but it at least momentarily gets the longer ends out of his face as he shuffles over to take a better look at the temporary resident in his little studio. a european, he thought, but that doesn't seem entirely right because there is something otherworldly about him that he can't quite put his finger on.
huh.
he had a dream about this, he's pretty sure. it was cold and someone was lost and it had been up to him to help but – how? ]
Hey.
[ he leans over the couch, one hand on the backrest, and gently shakes the other's shoulder, jostling both the boy and the blankets that cover him. whatever mat is wearing right now doesn't look like the sleep clothes he lent him last night. huh ]