#milo starter

[meek-milo]

It was half past eight, and the working crowd had just dissipated from the small cafe downstairs. Milo, who lived nearby, made a point to wake up only after the morning rush had ended. As he waited for his cappuccino, Milo began to finger through the book he brought (as was his custom) when he noticed someone writing at a small table nearby. Perhaps it was the teacher in him, but he couldn't help from making small observations about those around him. This was usually followed by him putting his foot in his mouth.

"Can I just say..." Milo leaned over the stranger's shoulder politely, "you have wonderful penmanship. Much better than mine, anyways. They say it's all in the ink but I just don't believe it."

@happieststarters

[untxld-stxries]

Open Starter: Confused

... yeah, that was an understatement.

Milo could not find anything, at all, for the life of him. This was not the best time to be directionally challenged. He looked down at his map, thoroughly befuddled, trying to look around and try to get his bearings.

“Nope,” he sighed. “Nope, nope, nope. Can’t do it. Nope. Screw it, I’m asking for help.” He looked around, hurrying over to someone walking by. “Hey, hi, hello, hi, uh, I’m new, and I’m really bad with maps. Can- Can you help me out? I don’t know where I am.”

[t0xicsouls]

“So, i go to the retro comic book store I like to get this one Spider man that i’ve been looking at for months and this little kid who clearly comes from money gets his mom to buy it for him. Why? It’s a first edition!”  Milo was clearly ranting. He was known to go on rants like this. Maybe that’s why he made a great lawyer. “I bet it’s at the little punks house out of the package with cheeto prints on it.”

[leighability-blog]

Ah, the internet cafe.

Loaded with ennui, now literally useless considering if you thought about it long and hard enough, every cafe could be an internet cafe. Every single cafe in the world had some form of wifi now, otherwise, why bother? But Milo had chosen this Chicago spot for the nostalgia-- the sound of AOL dial-up tones, the 16-bit graphics, the minesweeper, the spider solitaire. It brought him a sense of comfort and made him feel as if he were at home.

Granted, whenever Milo was in front of a computer, he was at home, which was why he spent every waking second in front of a blue screen (with the properly filtered glasses, thank you very much) and doing what he did best-- ignoring the rest of the world. At least, until some rude person decided to look over his shoulder. An immediate faux pas. He wasn’t looking at porn, but what if he was?

Never the best with people, Milo removed one earbud from his ear and glanced up at the intruder, his face indifferent and stoic.

“You need help or something?”