[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]
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	Milo smiled as he finished his first cup and listened to Vika talk, she seemed to have let some of her reservedness go, she was more playful in a way. At this very moment he had no idea what he planned to do for the rest of the day, it was a saturday, and usually this was the day he either caught up on sleep or worked on nonpaying jobs, maybe depending on what Vika was doing he might have a better idea, as much as it was nice to have her around, if she went home he would probably try to ice fish or something.

[color=f26522]"Do you have any plans today? Anywhere you need to go?"[/color] Milo asked now fiddling with her hand that she had set on his as he pour a second cup of coffee. [color=f26522]"As much fun as we've had, I have the aching feeling the day to day is coming back to us."[/color]

Milo was grinning at the thought of what could only be described as day to day in this town, which has given him nothing less than strange days left and right, but oh well, things were calming down and seemed fine, however Milo looked up and out into his shop, there were a few tools out and some of his jobs, on top of the table was something covered in a blanket, he knew to be a surprise, something that struck him after meeting Vika, but then his heart sank, under the table he could see poking out, the shape of rifle parts, Milo wasn't completely sure what she would think of him dealing in gun parts since she had a past with it, not that what he was doing was entirely illegal, only when he makes a mistake does it get muddy. Milo got up and calmly shut the door to the shop.

[color=f26522]"That shop has no insulation at all, leaving that door open can cool the whole house down, also tends to make it smell like ash."[/color] Milo grinned, waving his hand by his face gesturing to the smell, even though it really didn't.