roadrunner, daredevil
he him
22
September 24th
Undella Town, Unova
bisexual
delinquent
civilian
pressure cooker's got me runnin out
TAG WITH @milo
milo sharpe
[past] Parents w/ Maddy <3
POSTED ON Aug 9, 2023 8:54:32 GMT
Maddy defended herself, then slowly explained herself. Milo nodded, glancing down. He'd thought about earrings. A patchwork of stolen jewelry, really. His sticky fingers were starting to reach out, as she was about to see. "..."
He stood speechless, just thinking about an overeager patdown. In either case, the topic turning to her mom gave him something to riff on. Her... frankly terrifying relationship with her father got to him. Milo winced. He felt powerless to change something so... ugly. "...I want to fight him, but I'm sure you've tried that already." His stomach just churned for a moment. “I'm just spitballin' here. Feel free to laugh at me. But I've always had fantasies of skipping town and starting over. What if... I really did it this time, and you came with me, even just to visit.”
The thought of running was fascinating. Milo's parents wouldn't notice. His dad worked construction, and fixed old cars as a pastime. His mom was the archetypal suburban Aunt. Cheekbone-y. Aloof, vaguely mystical, mixing pills she shouldn't be mixing, chardonnay all the time. Decked to the nines in little crystal beads, whose meanings could be recited as readily as pokedex entries.
They were so caught up in the minutiae of their lives as to be hands-off with him most of the time. In either case, Mrs Sharpe loved Maddie.
An old man's order. He felt like more ribbing was in order, though he laughed with her. "Ever had a smoothie before? Get all the chocolate you want, all you're gonna taste is banana."
Her retort made him chuckle. He then felt the need to defend himself, though he would remain 5'3 for the rest of his life. He stood on his toes for a second, inviting her to laugh at him. "It is now, but you were as tall as me before a growth-spurt."
Madeleine played her role well, though he felt a knot in his stomach at the way the adult talked to her, just within earshot. He then smiled, rolling off the side of the truck, whose pallets fed into the tent with no need for a forklift gouging the building. He then took off, eventually reuniting with her.
The two of them sat at the table, and Milo slowly unfurled his shirt. Four, maybe five balls hit the ground. While three of them were the Tent favorites: Gulpin, Swablu, and Ralts... two stood out. What jumped out at him was this Purrloin, a cat already in his lap, batting at the lapels of his shirt. And there was this lost looking Mareep as well...?
He leaned in and prepared a sotto voce, with half-lidded eyes beaming at her. "And again, we're saving them from a life of prize-fighting. I want to send one or two to a conservatory, but you can keep however many you want."
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