 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Good shoes. Milo did wear shoes today, the only pair he had begrudgingly accepted, laces untied for a quick escape. Turned out, it generally got colder up here in the highlands in the dead of winter, and though Milo had years of experience starfishing in the snow in only his swimming trunks, the times he'd drifted out of the castle for an hour or more in bare or socked feet had not ended favourably. Mostly they had ended in the Hospital Wing, so now he relented, but only outside.
Finding clothes he was comfortable getting muddy had been an unexpected obstacle, but Milo had eventually found something. The aforementioned swimming trunks, purple. An old(?) sweater, green, which didn't actually belong to him. The sleeves just barely reached his wrists, and the hem was about an inch short of his waistband. Not very comfortable up top, but the entire ensemble was free to be muddied up whenever.
As though to prove this, as soon as Milo arrived at the lesson, he ignored the chairs and sat down right there on the ground. If his feet couldn't meet the earth, then he would meet it in another way. He failed to greet Mr Amstern, as usual, and only sat there, blinking hard every few seconds, and listening to Mercer attempting secrets. |