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| Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: M'moose Quote:
Originally Posted by Uncle Moose Oh no.
Looking at him, Moose was really starting to question himself for calling out to the kid to not trip. He was in the compartment now. "Clearly." It was easy for Moose to just loose it. Sure when something new and strange happened it set Moose over the edge. But that was usually due to all that magic that still forced itself to make him need to understand it's absurdities. But this...it was different but didn't make him angry. For now Moose would be curious and questioning.
He finished bandaging his hand and rested both his hands on his lap and leaned forward. Taking one hand to push some of his hair from his face before putting it back on his lap. "Moving around the train, like that. It was bound to end up with your back to the floor. " And sure, baring witness to such a fall would be quite the spectacle, no one would want to be the one who did the fall right?
Was that a cookie? Moose looked at the cookie in their hand. He hadn't yet gone to the Food Trolley yet. "Is it clear?" Did that mean, then, that the human(?) occupying this compartment, with the chilly reception and the patchwork hand and the impractical hairstyle, had meant to be suspicious? If so, to what end? Milo turned his head fifty-five degrees to the right, and regarded the speaker out of the not-quite-corner of his icy blue eye.
It was strange, in a way that wasn't strange, that the further this train barrelled north, the worse the thoughts churned inside him. What had started as ripples on platform nine and three quarters had by now morphed into rapids, complete with whirlpools and eddies, alternately freezing and boiling. Milo's options for managing this were limited, but he did what he could and kept the turbulence under control. A common side effect of controlling the turbulence was drawing drawing attention, but it was nothing he wasn't used to. "It didn't." If his response was frosty, that was only because it was so often how he sounded when he opened his mouth to speak. Empty voices made for cool words, but there was little to be done about it. Even less desire to try. "Abandon absolutes. You know nothing for sure."
Without hesitation, Milo placed the biscuit back in his pocket, keeping it covered with a hand to protect it from predators.
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