[center][h1][color=f7941d]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h2]Friday afternoon
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	Milo had spent the past couple of days working on a couple of projects, one of which he turned over and over in his hands, unfinished, still rough shaped he knew that there was something special to behold in it when he was done. the blade was set aside for the time being and he resumed his work on paying pieces, a set of civil war style cutlery sets and a some decorative door knockers, they were easy and they made a quick buck, but his mind bounced back to the blade he was making, he had thought at first he could finish it by this weekend and give it away but it seemed that he overestimated himself, it was going to need a few more days for sure. It hit him as he was working, he needed to double check. Milo pulled out his cellphone, and pulled up a text conversation he had been having with Vika, he typed away, smudging the screen terribly, [color=f7941d][i]"Still on for tonight?"[/i][/color] and set the phone aside. The city was having a street party and they had been talking about going, some new fish place opened up and was doing something for it, he hadn't had any good seafood since arriving which is sad since his shop is right on the water, it had just been to chilly to sit out and fish.

[@PrinceAlexus]