Poking Around

"Alright." Milo stated simply, grateful to get out of the hallways. He lead her out of the tight spaces and outside where the air was fresh and a million different voices buzzed on his senses. But it was better than inside, especially on such a nice day.

"I think I know what you mean." A look of frustration crossed his face but it was gone in a moment to be replaced by a cocky smile. "What do you want to do? I'm game for anything. It can only help my image to be seen with an older woman."

"Take it any way you want." The devillish grin was still on his face as he bounced around, trying to orient himself in the string of views in his mind. He saw flashes of the lake, classrooms, and trees before he had to sit down suddenly and press his forehead into his hands. When the headachey feeling subsided he sat up and lifted his head. "Ehh sorry. Vision flashes."

ohohsee; Poor baby O: Me too ;-;

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"Oh, I can't remember not being here." Milo shrugged. His answer was truthful enough, life was one big blur since coming to Manta Carlos. "Six months eh? That's not a long time. Where were you before?" He absently fiddled with a dandelion he had plucked from the earth, fingers running along the stem to toy with the petals. Soon autumn would fade into winter, to soon for his liking, and he missed summer horribly. He liked autumn well enough, but summer was infinitely better - regardless of how hot it got - because there was just so much more to do.