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[leschath.livejournal.com]

[ Milo appears along with a large marble pillar that he's leaning on. He's not in his cloth this time, nor is he in a shirt, obviously not expecting company. He has a large bottle of wine in one hand and is drinking straight from the bottle. ]

...this is one of those moth to the flames thing, isn't it?

[ He takes a long swig. ]

Do I want to know why?

... doesn't matter, just getting a drink. I hope the rest of the crate made it here.

Pretty sick of drinking with Aioria. No violent drunks, please.

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...I don't know.

[A long pause. He seems to be staring at something far away that isn't there.]

Things have been strange lately.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little at the reply]

This place speaks for that fact.

[contract_star]

Heh, exactly. It's just confusing.

[Looks around them at the stars, galaxies, nebulae, and his expression softens.]

But it's peaceful here. A lot of people in my world would love a sight like this.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Is it? It feels like the calm before the storm to me.

[contract_star]

[Hei's expression goes dark, and it's a long time before he answers.]

You might be right.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[he notes the change in his expression but doesn't comment.]

I could also be wrong. I'm always waiting for the end of the world.

[contract_star]

[A smirk, but somehow it seems false.]

I can understand that.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

I'll pretend to believe that.

[thrusts the bottle towards him again]

You need to drink more.

[contract_star]

Heh.

[Takes the bottle and takes a much heartier swig this time. He puts on a cheerful face.]

Maybe. I like to stay sharp, though. You never know.