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do you have any irrational fears?

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❛ i’ve only swam in the ocean a handful of times , and it still SKEEVES me out a little. i’m also a proud owner of several nightlights. they’re all over the apartment. i never really got over being afraid of the dark. ❜

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Do you have feelings for anyone right now?

* / — — HONESTY HR ! 

❛ as in ROMANTIC FEELINGS ? er – - no , can’t say that i do. ❜

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what is your biggest regret?

* / — — HONESTY HR ! 

❛ choosing not to attend university of michigan full-time and , you know , in person. i … i PANICKED when i found out about my grandma. it worried my mom and i so much , and i – - and i just dropped EVERYTHING. i put my entire future on hold. ❜

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* mcrricks !

“ i invited YOU over for dinner, are you sure to want to help out? ” rather than act as a host might and have Milo pass time elsewhere, here he was in the kitchen rifling through a recipe book with her. it felt strange but wholeheartedly comforting to have company, already caught in the mundane adult cycle of a hasty thrown-together meal most nights after leaving work late. a fingernail tapped the page to punctuate her next words. “ how about the chicken cacciatore? or is that too fancy? maybe we could cook this, ” Anastasia deftly flipped through the pages. “ french omelettes. i can’t ever flip them properly, but it’s worth the effort. ”

❛ YES – - of course i want to help out , ❜ milo says this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. ❛ i’d feel so weird just waiting in the living room while you did all the work. BESIDES , i think if my mom ever caught wind of that she’d be pretty disappointed. ❜ for him , there’s no better time spent with a friend than over food , and so he earnestly pours over the cookbook with anastasia. ❛ the chicken cacciatore would be something new , ❜ he chimes in mildly , nodding his head along. ❛ french omelettes ? you’re going to have to walk me through flipping them , but i’m willing to learn. ❜

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* beckettshq !

beckett stood in front of a blank canvas, adjusting the position of her easel, this way and that, making sure it was in the perfect position for the way the light was coming in through the windows. she’d gotten to the empty studio nearly fifteen minutes ago – early, to no one’s surprise – and began setting up for her workspace. she’d texted milo earlier to see if he was free and to her relief, he was. it had been far too long since she was truly happy with one of her pieces and milo always came through. @outgrcwn

milo enters the studio with a whirlwind of scattered energy. his hair is windswept and his jacket’s a bit askew ; evidence of how he’d rushed here from work. ❛ beckett. hi – - ❜ the smile that tugs at his lips comes easily. he then holds up the little pastry bag in his hand. ❛ i brought you this. it’s a croissant. ❜ he makes his way over to an empty table where he dumps his backpack and leaves his jacket. ❛ i – - uh , ate mine already. but , ANYWAYS – - what are we up to today ? ❜

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* asplvnds !

      with a heavy , very exaggerated sigh , ezra briefly glances around. ❛ don’t pout at me , ❜  he practically begs — he really can’t handle when the kid starts frowning or sulking or whining or , well , any of that BULLSHIT. ❛ i’m sure there’s something in this place that’ll make you look like a human being. we’ve had this talk — it’s not that i don’t like the way you dress , i just think you could .   .  . ❜ and this is the part of the mentioned discussion where ezra’s voice trails off into incoherent muttering as he occupies himself with the rack in front of him. at milo’s last comment , he casts a bewildered look in the young man’s direction. ❛ your WHAT ? ah — oh. right. i can be , like , your SUGAR DADDY or something. just  .  .  .  minus the sugar. or is it minus the daddy ? which part is which ?  i don’t know , minus the BEDDY-BYE TIME bit. ❜

❛ look like a HUMAN BEING ? ❜ he motions to his form ; today he’s in a pair of worn jeans , dirty sneakers , and a forest green champion sweatshirt that looks a size too big on his frame. oh , and his white socks are showing. ❛ what -- - what does this look like to you ? ❜ it’s a conversation -- - er , argument -- - they’ve had many times before. milo doesn’t expect such a reaction at the mention of his mother and he pulls a face. ❛ minus the WHAT ? -- - no , no. gross -- - even before you said that. that’s not really the point here. i can buy my own clothes. ❜ with that , he starts toward another aisle. ❛ anywho , i think i need better summer stuff. do you think could help me with that ? how can i look like a summer human being ? ❜

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* hacden !

@outgrcwn // if there was one person hayden wished she made more time to visit, it was milo. they had such a history together, seeing as he was one of the first people who actually went out of his way to befriend her when she moved here. they were so completely different from each other, it was still hard for the girl to wrap her head around the fact that she managed to keep such a such a genuine friend around for so long. seeing as her little sister would be hanging out at a friends house for the day, she took this time to make her way toward milo’s place of work and pop in to see if he maybe be able to spare a few minutes for her as well. 

heading inside, she finds herself walking up toward the counter of the diner, quickly spotting milo and smiling, “um, excuse me sir? i’ve been waiting fifteen minutes for a refill on my coffee.” her voice echoed one of a snobby rich girl with too many plastic surgeries under her belt, only to laugh a little once the other made eye contact with her. “you getting off soon? i figured we’d could maybe grab some coffee if you aren’t too busy? i hear they just put out some new cake pops too.” 

milo’s LUCKY enough to have held onto his job for two years. not that it paid particularly well ( which isn’t a surprise to ANYONE ; six years after the fire and finding decent work around honey county persists to be a problem ) , he’s just … not the best at it. all this time and he’s still without the proper body-awareness to keep himself from hip-checking tables and , inevitably , spilling something. he’s not great at his job and he KNOWS it. his boss knows it. his co-workers know it. all the regulars know it too. but he tries his best , okay ? 

he’s refilling drinks at the soda fountain when he hears the snobbish voice , back turned , and milo steels himself before facing forward. ❛ oh. hayden. ❜ hayden who he’s practically GROWN UP with , who , despite all their differences , he’s kept in touch with through all this time , and who he hasn’t seen enough as of late. ❛ uh -- - yes , actually.  ❜ he cranes his neck a bit to glance up at the clock. ❛ i’ve got like , five minutes left. MAYBE a little less. let me just -- - ❜ milo motions to the tray of drinks ( because his brain is fried and words are hard right now ) before taking it up in his arms and striding to a table. on his way back to the front counter he drops by one of his co-workers who’s ringing up a check at the register and promises to bring her lunch for the rest of the week if she’d just please let him leave just a LITTLE earlier. she concedes; milo practically bolts into the kitchen to put his apron away and punch out. when he returns to hayden’s side he’s all smiles , backpack slung over a shoulder. ❛ so. coffee ? ❜

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* asplvnds !

     he tries. he really tries. he does his best , but the grimace spreads before he can stop it. ❛ riiight. ❜ he knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed to go thrifting with the kid , but he had hoped they’d be a bit more successful. of course , what was he to expect when milo’s the type to throw just about anything on and call it a LOOK ? ❛  out of all things , you’re worried about the noise , huh ? ❜ in a half-hearted attempt , he shifts through the shirts until he finds a simple short-sleeved button up.  ❛  yes ? or a waste of three dollars ?❜  it’s a light blue and nice for a thrift find — if you ignore the ketchup stain on the bottom corner ( at least , ezra desperately hopes it’s ketchup .) ❛ you’re really killin’ me here. i know you don’t think you need any calvin k , but i gotta say you’re doin’ him dirty right now. ❜

❛ oh , ❜ milo says softly and he can’t help the subtle DEFLATING of his shoulders. he stretches an arm to inspect the jacket himself and , well , maybe ezra has a good point. the CURIOUS red stain at the bottom catches his eye too ; it’s enough for the kid to place the windbreaker back on the rack. ❛ okay , well -- - what do you suggest ? ❜ he asks evenly and is quick to tack on the end , ❛ like within THIS store. it’s a really kind gesture , but i can’t have you buying all my clothes. i mean , for one thing you should spend all your money on other stuff -- - stuff you need. ❜ there’s a pause and milo’s expression pinches like he’s having difficulty letting out this next part , ❛ for another thing . . . it’s sort of -- - you know , WEIRD to explain to my mom. ❜

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hi hello can u do milo for all of the phone ask meme thing pls & thank u ilu :'~)

the name of your muse in my phone

stringbean 🍆

a picture that my muse has of you in contacts

the ringtone for your muse

wake me up before you go go by wham!

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ to ✉ stringbean🍆 ] tell ur boss if he doesn’t raise ur pay i’m coming for his ass AND his kneecaps[ to ✉ stringbean🍆 ] also we’re out of milkk

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DO THE PHONE MEME I TRIPLE DOG DARE U

THE NAME OF YOUR MUSE IN MY PHONE:  Lil Shit

A PICTURE THAT MY MUSE HAS OF YOURS: 

RINGTONE: (insert annoying basic marimba ringtone here)

LAST TEXT(S) TO YOURS: [ 8:02pm ] Are you at Walmart again because I swear to God Milo Jay Penn if you don’t get out of that fucking hell hole[ 9:47pm ] Come get your leftovers before I give them to the dog I’m going to bed[ 12:02am ] No food for you

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* CLOSED STARTER FOR . . . @asplvnds !

❛ okay -- - what do you think of THIS ? ❜ milo reaches high for an old windbreaker ; it’s a myriad of fluorescent colors and has seen much , much BETTER DAYS. he holds it in front of himself , and although he’d probably deny it out loud , searches ezra’s face for approval. they’re two of just a handful of people milling around beneath the harsh fluorescent lights of honey county’s very own GOODWILL. ❛ i’d probably make a lot of noise when i moved around. that’d be sort of obnoxious , wouldn’t it ? ❜

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* CLOSED STARTER FOR . . . @overzealcus ! 

❛ THIRTY-MINUTES ? okay , sure. i love you -- - ❜ milo momentarily CHOKES on his words and wishes the floor would just swallow him whole already. ❛ sorry -- - no. i mean , I’LL SEE YOU. okay. bye. ❜ hanging up the phone , he pads back into the living room. ❛ did you . . . hear any of that , paige ? ❜ he runs a hand through his hair and shakes out an embarrassed laugh. ❛ the takeout will be here in like , half an hour. also , i don’t know that i’d be able to LOOK whoever delivers it in the eye. or order food from that place ever again. no biggie , i suppose. uh -- - anyways. ❜ milo claps his hands together then plops onto his couch. ❛ what do you want to start first ? my vote is on WALL-E. ❜

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* CLOSED STARTER FOR . . . @rcginalds !

milo eases down MAIN STREET on his bike with his backpack slung over his shoulder , a hand on the left handle bar , right arm completely occupied with a box of fresh margarita pizza. in his backpack are a couple cans of coke too , along with a handful napkins among other things. on his way to wrinkled pages he very NEARLY loses his balance once or twice , but in the end , milo gets there in one piece. his entrance is marked by the bell above the door. he cranes his neck around. ❛ uh -- - reggie ? please tell me you’re here OTHERWISE i’d feel like an honest egg right about now. i’ve got pizza. ❜

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*  HI HELLO EVERYONE !!!!! i’m bubs ( she/her pronouns , i liv in est , and i’m a mega loser ) and i lov snacks & podcasts. anywho here’s my #1 sweet garbo boy MILO PENN :~) i’m v excited to start writing w/ y'all holy crap !!!! info under the cut and if ya wanna PLOT just like this post and i’ll message u and all that jazz.

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