forever ago

seek the light, my knees are cold, running home, running home

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get-outofmyhead:

     RHI OPENED THE BACK END of her pickup before she pulled herself up into it. “ everyone always says i shouldn’t go on craig’s list ventures on my own, ” she said, looking down at the person she was talking to. she turned toward the tv stand she’d just picked up. “ but do they also offer to come with me? not usually. i can break someone’s nose, should i need to, in a second for a reason. ”

               --- milo let out a soft chuckle and directed a teasing shake of his head at the young woman sitting in the bed of the truck he stood in front of. “ well i appreciate you coming with me then, despite your own ill experiences with craigslist meet-ups. i’ll go with you next time you need to meet somebody. i regretfully can’t break any noses, so you’ll have to be the woman-power behind the operation. but i’ve been told i’m a great hype-squad. ” his arms were crossed over his chest as he inspected the television, eyes narrowing every now and then as a specific detail caught his attention. “ do you think this’ll suit my living room ? it’s a bit old but i feel like that goes with the whole vibe i have going on in there. ” the old tv likely weighed more than most of his current furniture, and the large, protruding back-end wouldn’t have fit in his honda. hence calling on rhi and her pick-up to help him with the transportation. “ it’s charming. ”

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ghostdogzora:

             — After weeks of avoiding actually studying, Zora decided it was probably in her grades best interest to pick up a lot of the work she’d been slacking off at. She had tried to study in her dorm, but someone next to her was blasting EDM and it wasn’t helping her to concentrate, so she meandered her way to a spot she had once done a lot of studying, but the cold weather among other things had made her chose the library. Planting herself at the last step of the institute Zora got to spreading her books all over, like she usually did, just a bit of chaos to help her focus. She was pretty focused on her textbook when she heard a loud noise come from her right and she spun to look “are you okay?” she asked the person standing above a bunch of stuff on the ground below them.

              --- milo knew this was something that would happen eventually. this encounter that he had been dreading the moment he got off the plane and his feet touched united states soil for the first time in two months. he hadn’t wanted to break things off with zora, necessarily. he loved her. that was real. everything he had felt had been real. but he had so many things he needed to do. so many things that he needed to experience before he could stop feeling as if he was living a lie. one of those things, the biggest of them all, had been leaving. he had been heartbroken at first, deeply saddened at the fact that they hadn’t tried to make it work. but it had been undetermined how long he would be gone for, and he couldn’t do that to her. making her wait for him would have been selfish on his part. so when he saw her on the steps of the institute, just as she had been so many times before, his eyes got stuck on her. he couldn’t help it --- the staring. and it caused him to trip and bring attention to himself, her head whipping around to make sure he was alright. and all he could do was continued to stare.

               --- normally, he would have pushed his glasses up his nose, an old nervous habit he had developed in childhood. but he didn’t have glasses on. so instead, his index finger brushed over the bridge of his nose awkwardly, while his mouth hung open. “ uhh ... yeah ... i’m okay. ”

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kidancdakh:

     “milo j. thatch.” kida hummed teasingly in the back of her throat, waving a few pieces of paper in the air in front of her. the museum was, thankfully, not busy while she decided to stop by ( which meant more attention for her ), and without much hesitation kida found herself pushing her way into milo’s office. it was homey, cluttered and messy with papers scattered about. it was very milo, out of place but still…together. 

     it was one of kida’s favorite places to be–considering she spent so much time in here before she started grad-school. sometimes she would even hang around the office when milo wasn’t around. taking in everything that was him and his work and dust-covered books that surrounded her. 

     “i have some questions for you.” she perked a teasing eyebrow, placing the stack of papers down on the desk in front of him before sitting on the corner of it herself. it was languages she needed deciphering, and although she was minoring in linguistics herself–well, she just trusted milo’s big brain more than her own. ( plus, it gave her another reason to see him ). “and you’re not leaving this office until they’re answered.” 

@milothctch

               --- it was as if milo had never left. his office was a messy as it had been two months prior. books scattered on his desk, stacked on any flat surface. his collection of tea mugs still sat in the corner with his kettle. binders full of papers still greeted him upon entering. and, as always, somebody was bursting in without knocking. not that he minded, it was basically routine at this point. he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows a little though, nose screwing up for a moment as if he were insulted.

               --- “ my trip was great kida, thank you for asking. ” he snipped. the tone of his voice was playful, “ and now i'm home and it’s as if i never left. already you’re rushing into my office asking me for something. how did you survive while i was gone ? ” a smile pulled at the corner of his lips and he looked at the stack of papers the young woman had placed in front of him. he could tell with just a quick glance that it was an indian dialect. likely vedic sanskrit, since kida couldn’t translate it herself. hands reached out, pulling the stack closer so he could take a better and closer look.

               --- “ any reason why you need to know the contents of ancient hindu texts ? ” he asked, running a hand through his characteristically messy hair as he looked up to her. she had found her usual seat, comfortable in the chair on the other side of his desk. “ thinking of doing a dig in india or something ? because if so, me helping you guarantees my invitation to join you when you go. ”

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moimadeline:

behind the counter of the dingglehopper was a head of blonde hair, face looking down at a phone on the countertop. hazel eyes scanned the screen as a perfectly manicured nail swiped, over and over again, the screen scrolling down, down, down as she read through twitter. it was a slower day at the shop - just like most days - despite her hearing the familiar, old-fashioned bell chime over the door. “ welcome to the dinglehopper ! ” she called, half dismissive as she switched apps, from twitter to instagram to check her feed. after a few moments, she noticed that the bell hadn’t rung again, and she looked up, seeing someone standing with a piece of clothing in their hands. “ oh honey, no, ” she immediately quipped, shaking her head a bit. “ that is not your color. ” it wasn’t said as a dig, though. scooting away from the counter, she stood, heels clicking against the hard wood floor. “ here, let me help you out. i’m trained in this ! ” she was all ready over, walking through the racks of clothes, before they could even begin.

               --- style wasn’t exactly milo’s strong suit. he could dress himself without looking completely ridiculous, sure, but actually looking good was tough. despite his vast knowledge of many subjects, anything to do with aesthetics was lost on him. he did need new clothes, though. all of his travel clothing was too casual to be worn while he was working, but his old wardrobe just didn’t feel like it suited him anymore. gone were the days of sweater vests and collared ralph lauren polo’s. he wanted to look professional, but not like a strange cross between an old man and a second grader.

               --- apparently, however, he was failing.

               --- he hadn’t even noticed the woman behind the counter, truth be told. her comment actually frightened him when it broke the ignorant silence he had been in. eyes darting up, he looked at her with an almost guilty expression. “ i need all the help i can get, thank you. ”

[prettymysticfalls]

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[milothctch-blog]

a quick life update on one milo j. thatch.

the boy went adventuring !!

feeling incredibly stuck in his life, he decided he really needed to travel. it was his dream to see the world, and it had gotten cut short by all this responsibility and he couldn’t handle it anymore. so he handed the reins over to the next-most senior employee of the museum, packed his bags, and off he went.

he finished the last leg of the journey he had been on before his grandfather died, spending two months in a rental van driving around south-east asia with a couple other people he met upon arriving.

for the first time in his life he really let loose. he partied for days on end, saw sights he had only ever dreamed of seeing, starting writing a new book, and had some fun with a few foreign ladies ;)))

basically, he did all the things he really needed to in order for him to grow as a person. these were necessary experiences that he finally got to have after repressing what he wanted for so long.

now he finally feels ready to fully accept the responsibility of owning and minding the museum. he’s still got an adventure bug, and knows that he’ll have to go away again eventually to keep himself happy, but for now he’s ready to come home.

finally realized what a life saver contact lenses are. bye bye wide framed glasses.

got tan, got fit, got hot.

still an awkward baby angel because what happens while abroad stays abroad, but he definitely has a new confidence about him !!

I’M SO EXCITED !!!!!!!!!

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ghostdog--zora:

          —Zora blushed when he mentioned that he’d needed her input because he expected her to be staying over at his place “You mean you wouldn’t make me sleep on the couch?” she teased him back “if you don’t have criteria how will you come to the perfect decision?”. She didn’t really hear him at first mention sleeping in the back of vans, it was said so quickly in passing that it hadn’t registered what he said at first, instead she was caught up with him inviting her to spend the night with him. “It’s actually a perfect day for me to spend the night with you, I do’t have any classes tomorrow, or, I do, but my teachers told me that i’m too high strung and need to take a week off, since i’m basically two weeks ahead of the class” she shrugged looking down, she didn’t really like to brag about school.

        —Just then, for some reason, it clicked that Milo had mentioned sleeping in a van, something so out of character for the man she knew she sat up abruptly, a puzzled look on her face “Did you say you slept in the back of a van?” he raised her eyebrow in question “did you lock yourself out of your house by accident or something?”.

               --- “ i would never, ” he replied, letting his voice take on a dramatic, offended tone. he was obviously joking, but still hoped he made it clear. “ how could you assume such a terrible thing of me ? ” he sat up, signalling to a store worker that he wanted to get the bed before turning to zora again. “ that’s true, you have all your bases covered. i’m impressed. ” he stood up, pulling her up with him as well and wrapping his arm around her waist, keeping it there as he talked to the store employee about the bed: price, colour options, etcetera. he looked down at her, an impressed (proud) look on his face. “ your smarts are positively benefiting us already, ” he said with a laugh, kissing the top of her head, “ we can pick up your stuff on the way home if you’d like. ” the employee had walky-talkied another worker to bring the bed frame deconstructed and in a box over to where they were standing. milo thanked them and walked with his arm still around zora towards the cashier so that he could pay for the bed frame.

               --- he realized then that they had never talked about his years spent abroad with keira. for one reason or another it had just never come up in conversation. he chuckled, “ i didn’t get locked out of my house, no. before i inherited the museum i traveled around with my friend keira. she and i were both studying anthropology and wanting to become archaeologists so we did studying abroad so that we could get practical experience. never worked out for me because of my grandfather but i’m fairly certain she’s finishing up her degree soon. ” he took out his credit card and quickly paid for his purchase, before taking the dolly from the employees so he could wheel the bed out to his car. “ she was at the museum the other day, actually. she just got back from the trip we had been taking that i had to end early. ”

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ghostdog--zora:

       —Being here with Milo just felt so completely right and perfect in every way, she never thought that going somewhere so average could turn out to be so amazing, she owed it all the Milo. She watched him walk over to a more vintage looking wood bed, it screamed Milo Thatch, she walked over to him and once close she was pulled into his lap, she let out a small squeal of surprise before giving him a quick kiss. Zora looked at Milo, then at the bed a confused look on her face “why does my input matter so much, this is your bed, silly” she pushed him backwards so he was laying on the bed and she was half on him and half beside him “well, it passed the first test, it didn’t squeak” she giggled.

        —She rolled off of him and on to her back, feet just dangling off the edge of the bed, she wanted to stay curled up with him forever but she reminded herself that they were in a store. “I like this one, for what it’s worth”. Zora propped herself onto her arm looking over a him, a wide grin on her face waiting to see what he though of the whole bed now that she’d shoved him down onto it.

               --- his breath hitched a little as she pushed him backwards (calm down, you aren’t sixteen) but he hoped she didn’t notice. he raised his eyebrows at her comment. of course her input mattered, assuming she would be staying at his place (which he hoped she would be). “ well if you’re going to be staying over you need to like the bed too, ” he replied simply, a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “ you have a criteria sheet ? ” he asked, poking her teasingly, “ i knew you were the best person to bring. this is much more comfortable than sleeping in the backs of vans. though that was charming in it’s own way. ”

               --- “ i think i like this one the best. ” he said, “ there are too many for me to test them all, i might as well go with the best one out of the three i’m motivated enough to try out. ” her smile was making his stomach come alive with butterflies and his heart flutter. “ you should stay over tonight. i don’t mind bringing you to your classes tomorrow or letting you borrow my car. as long as i get it back. ” he winked playfully at her, mimicking her position as he propped himself up on his elbow as well. 

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ghostdog--zora:

          —A small snort escaped Zora’s mouth before she could stop it “only you could love grocery shopping” she playfully teased him back. Walking into ikea with her new boyfriend seemed like such a strange foreign concept to her, but she knew she was going to love every second of it. Watching Milo trying to navigate the small portion of the store they’d seen was more than amusing to her. A permanent smile was plastered on her face as she sat next to Milo on one of the bed’s “I think it was a queen, but I mean it’s been a bit since the Friday the 13th party, when I was stupid drunk and passed out in your bed” she nudged him playfully before laying on her back, pulling Milo down with her.

         —She stared at the ceiling above her “This one is okay, but I think we can do better” she looked over at Milo before practically leaping off of the bed, looking around at which one they should try out next. Zora spotted a metal framed bed and plopped herself down on it, waiting for Milo to join her, it creaked slightly as she shifted and she made a face at the noise.

                --- he felt her fingers wrap in the back of his blazer and next thing he knew he was on his back, staring up at the fluorescent lights as zora talked to him about the night she had stayed over. though only an offhand comment, he couldn’t help the slight smile and chuckle that came from him at the memory. “ honestly, drunk you probably knows more about beds than sober me so i’m going to trust you on that assumption. ” he turned to her for a moment, fixing his glasses as she spoke once more. he loved that she referred to the two of them as we. as a collective unit. them. together. we. he barely heard what she said before she hopped up to make her way over to the next bed frame. he sat up quickly, just catching the unimpressed expression on her face as the metal squealed under her weight. the look caused him to laugh. standing up, he walked over to her with a smile and extended his hand, pulling her up so that her body was flush against his for a moment. “ we can definitely do better than that, ” he said with a laugh, “ i don’t really like metal bed frames anyways. ” he kissed her forehead before letting go of her and walking over to the next frame.

               --- this one was more vintage looking, with cherry wood a hair lighter than his original bed frame. it was nice, but he wanted zora’s opinion first. he sat down, and once she was closer he pulled her into his lap, arms wrapping around her waist. “ what do you think of this one ? i think it’s nice but i need your input before i decide anything for certain. ”

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keiraxnadalin:

just hearing the way he said her name reminded her of so many things, and all she knew to do was smile to herself. while her eyes were focused on the piece in front of her, her mind was elsewhere..  but before she even got to settle her own mind regarding seeing him again she felt a hand on her shoulder that turned her small frame around, her light hues peered up at the familiar face, “No it’s okay.. wouldn’t expect you to..” she said, her smile was wide as a light chuckle escaped her, “a few days really.. not that long, so you haven’t missed anything..” she said, lifting her hand to tuck some of her long and big hair back behind her ear.  her smile grew larger and it didn’t take too long before she wasn’t exactly very able to keep herself from him, and threw her arms around him, holding onto him in a tight hug.

“iv missed you..”

                --- all at once, keira’s head was on his chest, her arms wrapped around him in a hug. this was a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long, and honestly wasn’t sure he would ever feel again. his arms wrapped around her too, his head leaning on hers. a soft, contented sigh left him as she muttered quietly that she had missed him. this was a reunion that he had never really anticipated, having given up on hope of her returning home some time ago (she was full of wanderlust and he’d half expected her to have married a foreign prince by now). seeing her was bringing up emotions he thought he had forgotten. “ i missed you too, so much. ” he was quiet as he spoke, feeling as though if he let his voice go above a whisper she might disappear into a puff of smoke. without his notice (a subconscious movement based on years of habit) he tightened the hug slightly and planted a light kiss on the top of her head before pulling back, letting his arms drop to his sides.

               --- “ this is ... wow. ” he managed the few words but was having trouble forming any others. in the moment it was as if the world around them didn’t exist anymore. “ i just can’t believe you’re really here ... ” stop it, you sound like an idiot milo. “ do uh ... do you like the exhibit ? ” awesome, good one, great place to start. it’s been two years and you’re asking if she likes the exhibit ? who even are you ? he managed a slightly dopey looking, embarrassed smile. “ i’m rambling, aren’t i ? ”

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keiraxnadalin:

she wasn’t gonna lie, it was nice to come back home sometimes.. back to everything familiar that she knew.. especially back to one of her favorite places.. forget long forgotten civilizations in far away exotic places, and the wonders of the world; nothing could compare to where her fascination of everything adventurous had started.. at an exhibit at Apple Peak Institute.. which alone, or with some help from who she’d later find out was the grandson of the museum’s owner, her best friend, and the only one she’d consider soulmate, milo, which alone seemed to have been a match made in heaven for her.. with him she’d spent years travelling across the world while she studied, wanting nothing more than to become an archaeologist.. and being as privileged as she was, going on adventures to places she found interesting wasn’t a massive problem, and having a traveling companion only made it more enjoyable..  but as with everything else, things had to come to an end when milo had to move back and stay in apple peak, taking over the responsibility of the museum, while she continued doing what she’d always done.. moving around abroad, seeing new places, exploring new sites while she continued her studies, getting closer and closer to her end goal.. 

but since she’d been gone, a new part of an exhibit had popped up, and it was her favorite kind regarding ancient civilizations.. dark hues stood there, admiring a sand colored vase with intricate designs on it from what she could only assume was mesopotamian, so from about 8000 b.c. all the way up to 600 years b.c, and known to be the first historically and well documented civilization.. and for sure one of her favorites.. out of what to her seemed the blue she heard a familiar voice, she smiled.. “yeah– crazy to think we could be looking at something that might just be 7000 years old..” she said, turning her head and looked up, finding it amusing the way he acted, obviously not recognizing her.. “quite– truly amazing, milo..” she muttered and quickly turned her head to look back at the vase before her attention was pulled away from it and over to the piece hanging on a wall next to it..

               --- while he didn’t recognize the woman instantly, he recognized the voice without a second thought, and when she turned around he couldn’t help the slight skip of his heart at the amused expression on her face which he only saw briefly before she turned to look at another display. he was going to say something (hello ? welcome back ? how long have you been here ? why didn’t you tell me you were back in town ? did you finish your studies ? i missed you ?) but he wasn’t sure what would come spilling from his lips if he opened his mouth so for a moment he just stared at her while she stared at the artifacts, not looking at him. the last he had seen her was at least two years ago, in an airport in johannesburg. he had found out his grandfather was sick, and was going to be taking a flight back to the united states while keira continued on their adventure (he had insisted. it wasn’t her responsibility to go back with him) around the world. it was hard to stay in touch with someone who bounced around so often, and eventually communication ceased despite the fact that they had spent months together in vans and buses and villages that didn’t appear on maps, braving monsoons and rude locals and food poisoning from street carts that had looked shady but they took the risk of buying dinner from anyways ... she was his soulmate. his best friend. or at least, she had been. now, he wasn’t even able to recognize her until she turned to face him.

               --- “ keira, ” he said her name but it was quiet, barely more than a breath. “ i-i’m sorry i didn’t recognize you i ... when ... when did you get back ? ” he was still talking to her back at this point (trying to wrap his head around the situation), so he gently grabbed her shoulder to turn her around. now that he was facing her she was as recognizable as ever. large dark eyes, long hair, and a permanent expression of slight curiousity on her face. one he had spent ages staring at in the passengers seat of his car, illuminated by street lights as they drove through the dark of foreign cities. he wanted to pull her into a hug (it had been so long since he was able to do that) but he didn’t want to potentially overstep, so he kept his distance, rocking slightly on his heels as he anticipated her reply.

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ghostdog--zora:

           —She wrapped her fingers in between his as she smiled at Milo, it had only been a few days since she’d last seen him but seeing him standing at her door in his dark jeans, t-shirt, blazer, and of course dress shoes. Zora looked down at herself for a moment and sighed, she felt severely under dressed walking next to him. “You do not look like you were having a lazy day” she chuckled leaning into him briefly before getting in the passenger side of the car. Feeling Milo place his hand on her thigh gave her instant butterflies, the best thing about Milo had always been how he made her feel so important, like she was the only person in the world when they were together.

         —“You weren’t interrupting anything, trust me” she smiled over at him, his eyes concentrating on the road, a smile on his face as they talked. “I will gladly be your company to any of the things that you hate, as long as you do the same for me, because I hate buying groceries” Zora turned back to the window, watching the world sly past her. Before she knew it they were already at Ikea, she unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, grabbing her bag and slinging the strap over her shoulder, she walked back over to where Milo was and grabbed his hand, a motion that had already felt like it was becoming second nature to her.

               --- “ i love grocery shopping, so that’s perfect. maybe i’ll drag you along for that next. i could use a few more things. ” he teased. he smiled over at her, turning into the large parking lot in front of the ikea. once he was parked in a spot and took off his seat belt, he leaned over and kissed zora quickly before getting out of the car and walking over to her. he happily let her fingers slide between his, squeezing her hand gently as they made their way into the store. immediately, milo was overwhelmed by the bright lights and copious amounts of stuff. so much stuff that he didn’t know what they would do with it all (imagine how many people they could benefit with their large inventory. ikea should be doing charity work). he turned to zora, looking a little puzzled. “ i don’t even know where to start, zo. ”

               --- he began to walk down an aisle towards the area that had the constructed beds set up. “ i didn’t even measure the wall it’s supposed to go on ... but i think it was a queen sized bed ? you’ve seen it, what do you think ? ” spotting a nice, dark wood frame, he went over and sat down on it, patting the mattress for zora to join him. “ we can sit here and plan our attack before we go all in. ”

[milothctch-blog]

curse task #1 --- social media

MILO THATCH + SOCIAL MEDIA (1/?) --- INSTAGRAM (FEAT. KEIRA NADALIN)

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          --- another day, another sixteen hours of filing papers, wandering, drinking tea, and repeating that process over and over. one might think that, because of who he is (proper ! educated ! two university degrees to prepare him for this !) milo thatch would thrive when in a set routine. the best parts of who he is shining through like a blinding light when on a schedule that kept him busy all day. but the fact was: that was not him. before coming into ownership of the museum two years prior, the young man had been finishing up his masters degree in anthropology and getting certificates in various other academics. he had, originally, wanted to be an archaeologist. to go on adventures, digs, discover something new that would mean something. but when his grandfather died, and he was left in charge of the institute, those dreams died with him. now, here he was; twenty six (what some may consider his prime), spending his days in a study. he sighed. these were the thoughts that plagued him daily; the regret of not pursuing his dreams, and following the path laid out for him by his grandfather, 

               --- he made his way into the ancient civilizations exhibit. usually bustling the activity, today it was quiet, save for one woman who stood, puzzling over an intricate vase from mesopotamian times. he put on his best forced smile, walking over to her. “ pretty amazing, isn’t it ? ” he asked once he was closer, not yet realizing who it was (her hair had been black last he saw her ... now, it was white) “ sometimes i wonder what it would have been like trying to make something like this back then. i could barely do it now. ”    

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cardelan:

“You do know it’s considered rude to show up with out an appointment don’t you?” She says looking up from her desk. “But I guess this one time I can make an exception. Now, what can I do for you?”

               --- milo frowned slightly, running a nervous hand through his hair. he had tried to call and make an appointment earlier that morning but the line to the mayors office had been busy whenever he got a free moment. he didn’t know it was such a problem to just ... show up. he was certain he had done it before. nonetheless, he offered the woman an apologetic smile.

               --- “ sorry, ma’am, i know you’re probably busy. ” he said, hands pressing together in front of him. “ i tried calling but couldn’t get through for the life of me. if you have a free moment i was wondering if you would be able to help me actually ... ” he opened his satchel, digging through the mass of papers inside. ah ! there it was. “ i have some paperwork that i’m really struggling to fill out and i figured this would be a good place to ask for assistance since it has to be filed through the mayors office once it’s done anyways. ”

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ghostdog--zora:

            —For once Zora wasn’t studying, she was relaxing, she had caught up on everything she needed to get done and even a few extra credit projects, she got an A on her midterm and she decided she deserved a break. So she was sitting on her bed watching movies on her laptop in an oversized shirt and some sweatpants. She jumped slightly as her phone buzzed beside her she picked it up smiling, it was a text from Milo ‘my bed frame is toast and i need a new one so i’ll be at your place in five minutes we’re going to Ikea’. Zora quickly rolled out of her bed shutting her laptop and dug out a clean pair of black leggings from her closet and a band t-shirt, she stared at herself in the mirror and sighed, she was bare faced and not enough time to o her usual dark eyes and dark lips. “Fuck it” she sighed putting on a few coats of mascara and throwing her hair into a messy bun.

            —She heard a knock on her door and she quickly ran to answer it, one sock in her hand and the other on her foot “hey” her face lit up as she saw Milo at her door, she quickly put her sock on “just let me grab my bag, and put some boots on” she quickly darted around her place looking for her leather jacket, purse, and some plain black lace up boots. Once everything was on and together she gave Milo a quick kiss, a bit out of breath and she closed the door behind them as they left her dorm room. “I may have been having a lazy day” she shrugged looking down at her half assed look.

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              --- milo had been expecting the bed frame to break for quite some time. having been his grandfathers before it was his, the old thing had been in that suite for a good sixty years. it had lived through a lot, and in the few months prior to the actual breaking had been making unpleasant squeaking noises if milo so much as breathed too heavily whilst laying in bed. so when he sat down to read a book that afternoon and heard the loud C R A C K  of old wood splintering and splitting, it was with a sigh that he took the whole thing apart and brought it downstairs, laying it by the back door. he could use it for firewood once it got cold enough and he found the time and energy to chop it up. right now, he needed to get a new bed frame. a self-proclaimed hater of furniture shopping, he knew he couldn’t go at it alone, and texted zora alerting her that he was on his way and that she was accompanying him to ikea. he grabbed his wallet and his keys, locking the door behind him and jogging across the street to where his car was parked (a 2016 honda cr-v. milo was very practical when it came to cars). the drive to zora’s was only a few minutes, and he soon found himself at her door.

               --- a quick greeting and a kiss, followed by him looking her over as she donned leggings and a baggy t-shirt and still managed to look effortlessly put together (man am i ever lucky). he grabbed her hand and lead her to his car. “ i was also having a lazy day, before my bed broke. ” he told her with a laugh, sliding into the drivers seat and buckling his seat belt. he looked over to her as he turned the keys in the ignition and pulled out on to the road. “ old thing finally gave up. i have to say i was surprised it lasted as long as it did. it was definitely time for an update on the bed situation. ” as much as he hated buying furniture (he didn’t have the best eye for interior design. his home was a mash of various styles, woods, finishes ... definitely not as put together as he would like, but it was the best he could do) it was something that needed to be done every once in a while. “ thank you for coming with me on such short notice. ” his right hand left the steering wheel, and he placed it on her thigh. “ i didn’t mean to interrupt your relaxing. i just prefer company when doing things i don’t enjoy. it makes it a lot easier to handle. ”