#queenkxsper

In certain times, there was a type of way that Milo would lose his ability to work. To make art of any kind. This was when he was in his worst moods. He was blocked from anything useful and it made him want to take it out on something. Which usually involved breaking one of Jimbo’s prized cars. Taking a crowbar to it always seemed to calm the brunette down. Unfortunately, Jim caught on to this quickly and would kick Milo out of his junkyard, forcing him to take it out on other people. 

Which didn’t end well. The body was always sloppy, full of ugliness and they died too quickly. It was boring, and no way to be creative once you’ve broken everything beautiful about them. It was like taking a knife to a canvas and still expecting a Da Vinci painting to come from you dragged a paint brush over it. Pointless. 

Though, Milo eventually solved this problem by going to abandoned buildings, railways, he could destroy all he wanted, and it was already pointless.

After an afternoon of rampaging in an abandoned railway, that spark was still gone. It was dark now, Milo had left his watch and phone at Jimbo’s. The shovel had practically broken under the force Milo had taken to it, but not quite. The brunette was still human after all. Such a tedious thing. Humanity. 

Milo shook his jacket off, leaving it on the ground so that it wouldn’t get dirty. It was too bothersome to clean it. He also always brought a wet washcloth, one to wipe away any dirt, any hint that he had been doing anything but wandering around the city. Hopping the fence to the city, he did just that wandering around, taking in the different people. Trying to regain that spark. 

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