miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
THE APPROACH: rhys & miles. [complete!]
“On the bright side,” Miles said, voice suddenly chipper and bright as he plucked out the silver lining with nimble fingers, “most of the women I’m involved with don’t even have fathers anymore.”
What an asshole.
The hostility had cooled between them at least, so the first part of the mission had been accomplished, leaving them free to forge on with the job. And so, buttoning up and finishing off with the warking of the chocobo in the distance and a yell from Colin to hurry the hell up already, they exchanged one last look and then started meandering back towards the carriage, hands in pockets, not looking at one another, feeling the air thawing regardless.