Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-2173402-20160210013219/@comment-5385060-20160211030611

Already, Milo knew he liked these kids. He foresaw the start of a beautiful friendship. "Tell me about it. First time I stole a car, I drove it around Middle Park, brought it home, and redecorated the garage black with it-if you catch my drift. That taught that bitch I call Mom for not letting me go to the Libertonian." He always was proud of that. Not many thirteen year olds at his old school had the balls to do that.

Milo checked his pockets; twenty bucks. "Here. Go to Yum Yum Market, and get everything we could possibly need to help Spencer decorate his car. And trust me, if there is change left over; I'll know. This isn't the first time I've had to teach one of those rich kids some manners. I'll go borrow the truck."