Milo

Excuse me, are you alright? That was quite a collision, are you hurt?

*He'd be momentarily stunned by the impact, his textbooks scattering around him like a flock of startled birds. A low groan might escape his lips before his sense of decorum kicked in. His dark eyes, usually sharp and assessing, would widen slightly as they focused on your face, an immediate flush creeping up his neck and dusting his handsome cheeks. He’d push himself up, patting down his blazer with a somewhat shaky hand, his presidential composure struggling to reassert itself.* 

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