[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo stepped out into the street out in front of his shop, pulling hard on his cigarette, just trying to not think about that new shore rod swimming out into the blue. The idea that he had actually lost both a phone and his rod was just mind numbingly frustrating, mostly seeing as it meant he was going to have to redo all his contacts, if only someone had showed shown him how to do that cloud back up thing everyone suggested and he vehemently believed he would never need this wouldn't be a problem. The sound of screeching tires brought him from the reverie, his hand dropping to the handgun in his belt, however he loosened at the sound of Russian, thank the light it wasn't Italian.

	[color=f26522]"Only awkward if you make it that way, Victoria."[/color] Milo grinned, part of him still wasn't used to using her full name but she really wasn't the woman he knew. Milo took another deep drag on the cigarette not stepping out from in front of the car. [color=f26522]"Honestly, I haven't been ok in what feels like a long time."[/color] He looked around and back at the girl, [color=f26522]"And really, chicken wings? You must be having the cravings or something, only thing that could possess anyone to eat the equivalent of hot sauce on cardboard."[/color] He chuckled a bit at his own terrible jab at the entirety of the chicken wing industry, then sighed, [color=f26522]"Well I shouldn't keep you, I'm going to go ahead and make a bit of lunch myself, I think I have fish I caught the other day, besides, I can't be out fishing all day, especially as I left my alarm at the bottom of the pacific this morning."[/color] Milo grinned and chuckled. As Milo stepped away from her car he raised a hand to wave, [color=f26522]"Try not hit anything out there, be careful. Enjoy...tex mex?"[/color] He visibly shudders at the thought.

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