Graceland & Gargoyles

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MILO'S POV

"I'm going to Graceland", Molly sings along in a mock deep voice, quite different from her own. Now even Mike- I lean forward to check his name badge- yes, Mike, even he was singing along now. The party was over, we pulled up to the house. Even though we'd visited many times before, we still wouldn't have been able to tell it apart from our uniform white neighbours if it weren't for the house with the pink railings next door. That was the main difference about moving from the countryside to South Kensington, everything was so... Plain.

Unpacking is tedious. I haul another box out of the delivery van. After making my way carefully over and around dumped piles of furniture laid on the road, I look up to see the most incredible grin set on a perfectly chiselled face. It really was quite a spectacular piece - Molly had picked it up at a car boot for a bargain.
"Where's the gargoyle going, then?", I asked Molly. Something told me that this piece of gothic architecture wouldn't go down well with the neighbours if it was left outside. I got no reply so I took my box inside and set it down in the open living room space before turning back to head outside for the gargoyle. Upon opening the door my eyes fell to the gargoyle, and standing goofily above it, a tall figure, partially silhouetted against the stained delivery van by the sun, and yet even in this slightly tainted view of him I could tell that he was quite magnificent. His green eyes were reflected by the sun, his gaze was turned to the sunset, looking very quizzical.
"Can I help you?" I called to the mysterious stranger. The tall man turned his head to me slowly, "Sorry, I came to introduce myself, I'm your neighbour." I thought for a second, was this the man who dared to defy the social conventions of South Kensington with his devilish pink railings. "Yes, I'm the one with the pink railings." Said the man, seeming to read my thoughts. I liked this man, he seemed genuinely nice, not like one of those 'fake nice people'.
"I'm Mika", he said with that same goofy grin, interrupting my speculations.

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