[center][h1][color=#FFBF00]Milton[/color][color=1b1464] [color=#26619c]Bertel[/color][/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Margo patted the back of his neck as the team both went down the elevator. Despite his companions absolute disgust, including Margo, Milton didn't seem to mind that he was stepping in a puddle of his own vomit. Though he did very much mind smelling the disgusting mixture of both cigarette smoke and vomit. [color=#26619c]"Ngaaah."[/color] Milton whined as he scratched his nose. Leaning against the handlebar of the elevator, Milton gathered his bearings. He was on a mission. Someone asked him to do something. Yes, he had to follow everyone. Exiting out the elevator along with everyone, the nice aroma of food helped relieve Milton. Now somewhat recovered, Milton took a look around. Everything was so... new. It was as if they weren't in a stinky, old house but at a hotel. Though not too farfetched of a comparison, it still looked so new to Milton. Though just as he was about to wander off away from the group to explore, he stopped in his tracks. He couldn't move his legs no matter how much he wanted to. [color=#26619c]"C'mon, please m'lady?"[/color] [color=#FFBF00]"No. You will stand here and wait in line. Understood, Milton?"[/color] Milton let out a pout before crouching to the floor. Though when he did, it look had a unique view. What was this what it was like being short?