V!MiloChange

His body shakes as he's given the barrel, his knees almost giving way.

"H-holy shit, where the hell did you get this??" He struggles, before stabilizing himself and carrying the gallon comfortably.

"HOLY!" He shuts his door, pressing his back against it.

Before he knew it, it exploded, the door flying off alongside Milo as he gets faceplanted into the ground.

"Pissed off-?! This person has the fucking nerve to ask me to reflect when they're the one overstepping my personal space?"

He tears the note again, rolling his eyes.

Hey Milo, i know your birthday already pass but i got something for you.

Its a metal bat, its a bit heavy but i hope you like it!

And sorry that i wasn't present on your birthday, i was a bit busy.

*hands the metal bat with a nervous smile, embarrassed because she forgot Milo birthdate*

"Oh? A gift? For me?" He takes the bat from you, admiring it's sleek condition.

"Unwell-? Man you worry about the wrong person too much I'm fine." He insisted.

"Urgh, don't worry about that. Ignore it." He sighed, closing the windows with the curtains.

"Heya! Sorry I've been gone for a bit, I had projects to do and the partners I had were unique.... Are you alright? You seem uneasy? "

He opened the door, standing there, shaken up.

"Oh, no it's fine. You've got a life. Like everybody else does." He chuckled.

"Uh, no? I'm doing alright... thanks for... asking." He grinned weakly.

His eye twitches, widening from utter disbelief.

"Who would do this...? To me? I thought... everyone was scared. Of me. Why now...?" He grips his phone, about to throw it against a wall, before calmly turning it off and setting it down.

"M-maybe I should keep a low profile for now." He anxiously sat on his bed. It's been a long time since he felt this way.

"You're such a pathetic dog! Acting all tough and 'cool'. Everyone knows you were just a wet piece of mess. You were just picked up all just to be toyed with! Haha! You thought you found your one true love but instead they were the one that caused YOUR demise. You wouldn't even be here without them. They made you who you are. Trash. :)"

He stumbles back as another rock flies through.

"Another one???" He picked up the next note.

"..." He read in silence, surprised someone is willing to torment him even after all this time.

"Tch... again. What's with all these people tryna bring me down? This is fucking pointless." He tore the note, looking at the remnants of it fall down to the floor.

With anger, he throws the rocks back outside. "WHOEVER YOU ARE, STAY OUT! And don't think of coming back again."

He jumps up from his bed, looking at where the sound came from.

"Which fucker decided it's a good idea to start throwing rocks at MY window?!"

He stepped up, leaning down and picking up the rock, reading the note that was stuck onto it.

gives you one of these

He holds the doll with the tip of his fingers, almost to say he was in sheer disgust of what he had just received.

"So... you think this is a joke? Giving me these kinds of things? Well no. I don't appreciate it."

He looks back at the doll, shaking his head.

"Thanks. Your straightforwardness is already one step closer to being like me. You're getting there."

"Though, everything else about me? I shall put them in points:

Number one, you gotta hit the gym. Like c'mon, having muscles is pretty much my staple. Not only does it improve physique, but it builds resillience. I'm serious when I say this, it pushes you beyond your limits. That is incredibly important.

Number two, fashion. If you're dressing like a complete wuss, don't expect to be treated like a tough guy. How you present yourself determines who you are as a person. If you want to be seen as tough, dress tough. Leather jackets, spikey cuffs, and if you will, carry around a weapon. For extra intimidation.

Lastly, personality. You can't show weakness. At least, to your enemies anyway. You gotta project strength at all times. You gotta make your presence known. To loop back to the first point, resillience as well makes you tough, mentally and generally wise. Having that amount of determination is cool. You'll really get all the ladies that way."

He finger guns you upon his last point.

"You are akin to a mosquito fly, yeah." He added, before chuckling. "No... it's fine. Keeps my socials the least bit active."

"I mean," He took a deep breath "it's something I've done more than I'd like to admit. Occasionally I feel like it's really fucking stupid I even would consider doing something like that." There's a tinge of embarrassment carried from his words alone. "But y'know, we all..."

"...well, get lil sentimental sometimes. Have soft spots..." He trailed off.

As he began walking around campus, he spotted a fluffy little creature yawning.

"What's this? A... fox? You don't see that often." He said with mild surprise.

"Hm... maybe I shouldn't approach it. Unless I want some badass battlescar across my eye."

He stood there, subtly observing the fox, before the fox noticed him and started approaching with curiosity in it's eyes.

It began circuling around and sniffing him, before rubbing it's body against him.

"Bats. Them and I have been partners in crime since the beginning."

"But that's boring, surely I like other weapons too, no? Brass knuckles are cool. And flails, if you're curious about my other preferences."

*Give him a plate with Bolognese spaghetti*

Soooo?? Spill me the tea, someone finally has caught your precious heart? Or they are not worth it?. I would be surprised if they are not, you only deserve the best of the best, especially after Them... Jeez just remembering what they did to you makes my spine shivers. Anyways, please tell me, how is life going?.

"Miss you? Tch, I don't miss anyone." He spoke in a brash manner, before giving you that knowing look that screamed he did in fact miss you. Aww.

"Oh, more food for me? You just know when I'm hungry... which is all the time." He weakly chuckled at his dumb joke. He began eating before choking on it from your follow up question.

"-Caught my heart? Aha, trust me, I'm not easy to fall for people. I don't do no puppy love." He boldly stated, with a hint of hesitation. "No, I'm not easy..."

"Brother, let me tell you this. You don't need to be "as awesome as" me. Or anyone else in that matter. All you need is to find your true self from within. And that alone can make you awesome or even MORE awesome than me. Because you put in the effort to be your original self, rather than being someone else."

"Everybody has their own kind of awesomeness. It's just a journey one needs to explore themselves to find out."