#feat. milo

[mclinettarchived]

madelyncline: 💛

[mclinettarchived]

madelyncline: on the rd pt 1 @jachasestokes

[mclinettarchived]

MadelynCline: the babe is 3😍

[madsclinett]

madelyncline: happy father's day from milo, rodney, oswald, and arvella 🐾

tagged: @jachasestokes

[madsclinett]

madelyncline: 😍

tagged: @jachasestokes

[kgerbertt]

[genuineloner]

who: bunny and milo (@giantcd) where: the stones’ basement (near the staircase) when: late night

Bunny had—as they’d promised their coworkers—shown up to the Stones’ party, but they hadn’t exchanged words with Milo or Merritt yet. (At the front door, they’d ended up entering behind someone and had probably missed some sort of greeting and/or courteous offering of a beer.)

There Milo was, though, without anyone talking to him…and here was Bunny. …They’d figured that that realization alone would be enough to put their feet into motion and allow them to show some politeness for the Stones’ hospitality tonight. But Milo was somebody that, if Bunny had trouble being “earnest” with most individuals, they particularly struggled to interact with without some sort of joke or triviality on hand.

Still, it was now or never. Bunny took a long sip of beer and headed toward the foot of the staircase.

“So this is probably something you hear from everyone,” Bunny began as they approached Milo. (For the love of Jesus, Bunny, do not turn this into a joke.) “But…I get it. I get why this is the party place.”

There was probably not a person on this earth that had less in common with Bunny.

“Anyway. Thanks for a fun night—I’m not the obvious person to wanna come to something like this, but…” They shrugged. “I might just be a convert.”

[madsclinett]