CharmingNightmare
Names Raine(f). Names Rai(m).
Milo heard the girl as she looked and pointed at the portrait. He sighed silently and nodded, "Yeah... I was 13 in the photo.." He told her. There is a slight moment of silence before he cleared his throat and started toward the hall, "I have to get dressed for class, but the offer of you coming with me is still open.. If you'd like." He said, turning his head to look back at her.
She was still staring at the frame, not wanting to disturb he left quietly to his room. It only took him about five minutes or so to dress in dark jeans and a black turtleneck. The weather outside was still pretty windy like the other night, and mostly there was going to be another chance of rain. Milo grabbed his coat and umbrella and was about to head back out to the livingroom when he went over to a dresser and picked up and empty notebook.
It was just a plain violet notebook, with a pocket to hold a pen in. He let out another sigh and nodded his head to himself as he then walked out his bedroom and back to the livingroom where the silver haired girl was still standing and looking at the portrait. "I um.." He started, looking down at the book and fiddling back and forth with it, "here.." He held it out to her, "thought it would help you remember, if you wrote down any memories or flashbacks or something.." He told her.
She was still staring at the frame, not wanting to disturb he left quietly to his room. It only took him about five minutes or so to dress in dark jeans and a black turtleneck. The weather outside was still pretty windy like the other night, and mostly there was going to be another chance of rain. Milo grabbed his coat and umbrella and was about to head back out to the livingroom when he went over to a dresser and picked up and empty notebook.
It was just a plain violet notebook, with a pocket to hold a pen in. He let out another sigh and nodded his head to himself as he then walked out his bedroom and back to the livingroom where the silver haired girl was still standing and looking at the portrait. "I um.." He started, looking down at the book and fiddling back and forth with it, "here.." He held it out to her, "thought it would help you remember, if you wrote down any memories or flashbacks or something.." He told her.