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Still, Ray sounded underwhelmed. “Again?”
Milo scowled. So he’d made some less than successful attempts in the past. How was he to know they’d actually test the water for toxins instead of abandoning the project out of fear?
“I mean it this time,” he said. “I’ve really saved it!”
That brought Ray up to speed with the Milo worship.
“That’s wonderful news!” Ray said. Milo heard paper rustling, which meant Ray was putting his book away to give Milo his full attention. “Tell me everything.”
“So you know how I chained myself to a tree and all that?”
“Please don’t remind me.” Ray sighed deeply. He reserved those specifically for Milo, which, if he was being honest, was quite hurtful considering his dating history consisted of NOTHING but men who deserved long-suffering sighs. But no. Apparently, Ray saved all of his for Milo.
“PleAsE doN’t RemINd me,” Milo said, striding through the revolving door out of Rowan’s building, turning to face it once he was out to give it another, parting middle finger. Take that. “It worked, so you can say you’re sorry for doubting me now.”
“I never doubted you, Milo.” Ray took a long pause before adding, “I just question your actions sometimes.”
“All the time. You suck. Whatever, so he came while I was chained and I explicitly told him he was not allowed to tear our building down and he packed up his crew and left.”
“Just like that?”
“…I might have bitten him.”
“You bit him,” Ray repeated.
“That wasn’t my best moment. But his arm was there and he was being a dick, and literally my teeth were like ‘DO IT!’”
“An excellent reason to bite someone,” Ray said, sarcasm making his voice higher.
“He left, so it worked. It’s been quiet since yesterday.” Milo shrugged as he got into his delivery car then connected his phone to the speakers so he could drive. “Anyway, I went to work today and made a delivery. TO HIM!!”
“What?” Ray asked as Milo swerved in front of another delivery car, cutting in to catch a green light. The other guy honked at him. “Please don’t kill any other drivers.”
“But you’re fine with me dying?” Milo asked.
“I always thought you’d go young, so…I’m prepared to lose you.”
Why he was even keeping Ray around, Milo had zero clue. “Fuck you, man,” Milo said. “Do you want to hear the story or not?”
“I do, yes.”
“So I deliver the food and get into it with him again. And as we’re arguing, he, like…gets all up in my face and tells me… OMG you need to sit down for this.”
“I am sitting down,” Ray said.
Milo heard glass clinking. “You are not sitting down.”
“I’m leaning against my counter. Spill.”
“HE TELLS ME I’M A DRAGON!” Milo screeched into the phone, expecting gasps and shock from his friend.
“Okay?” Ray said instead.
“What do you mean okay? He told me I’m a dragon.” Milo turned the car into the parking lot of the restaurant, trying to avoid the automated claw sharpening machine they had at the edge of it.
“You are a dragon,” Ray said, and Milo absolutely failed at avoiding the sharpener. He stopped the car so suddenly he gave himself whiplash.
“What?” Milo said.
