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/  i'll bite you again 

@vaultraised  /  you are WREAKING HAVOC on every single one of my boards

/  confused >:))

/    humour (;

@demoflorist  /  HOWDY

@scintred  /  TYVM BAE

“WELL UH—  you know—  the sake of the mission rests on this book here”    a friendly pat of the piece of literature in question    “and i don’t want to let anyone down,  so i try to make sure that i’ve gotten everything down straight...”    remembrance of the moment in which a mistranslation on milo’s part had led the team down the wrong turn and narrowly avoiding death flashed in the back of his mind.    though,  by now,  there was no doubt that milo had certainly memorized the book inside and out.    so really,  there was no plausible explanation for milo to resort to its inanimate company rather than that of the good people he was on this expedition with.    so,  really,  it was just a plainly hidden excuse.
            
            “… BECAUSE,  YEAH!  oh yeah,  i’d love to make friends with you guys.    you guys are all so interesting,  and cool!    like…  helga,  what’s your story?    your’s and rourke’s are the only ones i haven’t heard yet  (besides mole’s…  but i was advised against inquiring ‘bout that)  but i bet it’s got like,  explosions and winning amazing fights and espionage,  right?    it’s just—  i don’t feel like i’m,  no,  i  /know/  i’m not on the same level as you guys.    sorry,  does that sounds stupid?    yeah,  that’s stupid,  isn’t it.”    [2/2].

TO …  @noirux !
            
            WALKING AROUND THE PERIMETER OF HIS TENT,  examining, observing, & doing his best to make mental note of its construction  (third time’s the charm, right!?),  the lieutenants words caused him to dwindle to a stop in his steps,  looking up at her,  then down at that collection of pages holding the expedition together— with embarrassed realization.  
            
            WHAT EXCITED SMILE HAD BEEN ON MILO’S FACE SLOWLY DIPPED,  and perhaps even the hint of a blush appeared to signify the scholar’s sudden self-consciousness.     his mouth began to move before his vocal cords did,  brain  &  thoughts always two steps ahead of his voice  &  actions.    pushing his circular lenses further up his face  (darn things had a habit of constantly slipping down his narrow nose),  he stalled for a moment while thinking about how to answer the embarrassingly obvious truth he now had to confront.    said book tucked under his arm seemed to begin to burn a hole through the tan colored undershirt in which he slept in.    shifting his hold on it,  almost trying to hide it—  although a futile endeavor with the lack of…  arm he possessed.    [1/2].

/⠀i have noo ,, anon that would fit rn so i will appreciate from the Shadows 

@bloodiic  /  hai :>

/⠀:3333 hiiiii !!