#mv;misc

"Hey uh Mi— oh my god," Rita turned away quickly, keeping a good grip on her mug.

Milo: so today, i saw this guy who looked like you from behind and ran up to hug him

Milo: needless to say it /wasn't/ you...and it was very embarrassing

Milo: and painful.

Milo: he punched me!

"Milo?" Dominic called out, uncertainty clear in his tone as his eyes flickered across the room. "Hey, is something wrong?" he repeated once again, eyes scanning each and every corner before taking note of a small beam of light shining underneath the bathroom door. "Are you feeling ill? I can grab you some medicine?"

He couldn't control it. No matter how hard he tried, how much he focused, they wouldn't stop. Clothing, bottles, even the TV--he was moving things without meaning to, tossing them in the air or across the room with nothing more than a thought; and the sudden ability had the normally calm artist near hysterics. In fact, it's what had him locked in the bathroom in the first place, overwhelmed down to his very core by what had to be a dream. And of course, Dominic's impromptu visit was of little help, eliciting further panic from the male as he called out. "U-Uh, no! Everything's fine, I'll be out in a second!" 

Milo: you're probably still pissed at me, and you have every right to be

Milo: but could you please just come home?

Milo: it's late and i don't want you out there by yourself