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It's a bit extreme for something like this. You could have simply ignored it.

[Disappointed? Yes. Angry? No. Because now that he's heard it, he isn't as surprised as he knows he should be. Mithos taking out his annoyance and anger on things seemed to be a trend.

Perhaps that was worse, though.]

It wouldn't leave me alone. I refuse to listen to the endless and pointless demands of an elf, even if it's nothing like a real one. [If the stupid requests and sickening cheer hadn't already been enough, Mithos hated it from the instant the creature introduced itself as an elf.]

While I'll agree they seem nothing like the elves I've met, height most of all, it was still uncalled for. You could have requested it leave you alone, or simply avoided it.

Edited 2013-01-17 02:12 (UTC)

It doesn't listen. [He flicks the knife's blade out, still idle at his side.] At least this one doesn't follow me around like the first two. [And he flicks the blade shut again. A sharp glance over his shoulder tells him that the elf has pathetically retreated down the length of the entryway hall.]

[He says nothing. He glares at Jeb, but the anger collapses into empty sorrow, and he has to quickly turn his gaze aside as Jeb turns to go. His grip on the knife's handle turns his arm rigid and his muscles tremble. An acute memory wedges itself open in his mind: it had been around this time two years ago that he met Kaori and almost gave her a chance. He doesn't want to know why he remembers this now.]

Edited 2013-01-18 21:37 (UTC)

You killed two?

[....And with that blade, he'd guess. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.]

Why are you so surprised?

I suppose I should not be..... but was there truly a need for you to do so?

I already told you--

[Except before he can finish saying what he already said, there's a crash from within the house. Mithos turns to appraise what exactly happened, but he can't tell from here. However, he can guess the cause of the crash.] That worthless...!

[He stalks dangerously down the hallway, leaving Frey at the door, and the door wide open.]

[Frey has a good idea, too, having already dealt with some minor mishaps the elf that had taken to following him had caused. He doesn't even think twice before following Mithos quickly and quietly down the hallway, concerned about what sort of reaction this will provoke.]

Edited 2013-01-22 03:32 (UTC)

[In the kitchen, the silverware drawer has toppled out and the floor is littered with forks, spoons, and knives - in the middle of the mess sits a dazed little elf. Judging by the way other drawers jut out, Mithos guesses the elf had been using them to climb up to the counter. The stupid thing had seemed to think that was a good idea a few other times. Stuck to the elf's pointy hat - and fluttering to the floor - are a few of the yellow sticky notes Mithos had saved from Sayo's apartment.]

What do you think you're doing?

[Glancing out from behind Mithos, Frey frowns slightly. It was just as he'd thought. The elf that had taken to following him had knocked several things from shelves before, not to mention fallen into a batch of cookie dough he was still mixing.

He just hoped Mithos would handle this with some degree of understanding.]

[The elf seems to have forgotten its fear from a few minutes ago - its smile wavers somewhere between chipper and maniacal as it stares up at Mithos.] "Christmas decorations!" [It waves one of the sticky notes around.] "You're a cakesniffer and wouldn't make any, so I was gonna make a Christmas tree design with these thingers!"

[Mithos snatches its hat up. He slips the knife back into his pocket, but only to pluck the sticky notes off.] How many times must I tell you not to touch these? [He tosses the hat back at the elf and takes advantage of its surprise by plucking the note from his little fingers.]

[Frey steps forward, but keeps some distance for now. Mithos had put away the knife.... he'd likely be able to intercept it if he did pull it out and try to cause harm to the elf.]

"You're no fuuuuuuuuuun!" [The elf begins to whine, but Mithos brings a swift end to that by kicking the poor thing into the wall. As if he has done little more than step on an ant or brush aside a ladybug, he begins to walk around the kitchen, returning the notes to their proper places.]

Mithos! [As soon as that leg shot out he was moving, but it was quicker an attack then the knife. He bends down to the elf, frowning in concern as he glances it over.]

Are you alright?

[The elf stares up in a daze, and it appears to have only half-heard Frey. Weakly, it wags a finger at Mithos.] "You're...not getting off the naughty list anytime soon!" [Except in its confusion, it ends up directing the lecture at the wall.

Meanwhile, Mithos has tuned out its squeaky little voice as he re-applies a note to the bread-toasting appliance.]

[Well, he seemed to be ok, dazed maybe, but ok. Frey's still not pleased with this at all, though. He turns to Mithos, looking disappointed and just a little angry, but he's already long ago realized that anger is wasted here.] You shouldn't have done that.

Edited 2013-01-30 09:14 (UTC)

[He turns coldly to Frey.] You are trespassing right now.

[In the middle of the night, Jeb bolts up in his bed. His body shakes, gripping the sheets. A nightmare. He had a another nightmare about Tori and Michiru. He hears Marie mew at him from the foot of his bed, and he smiles.] Hey... [He puts his glasses on before giving her a reassuring pet.] It's okay, Marie. I'm all right.

[He glances over to his journal. He doesn't want to bother Silver yet again, so he decides to contact someone else. Before he fully realizes it, it's Mithos he's contacting.]

Mi...thos... Mithos? Are you awake? Sorry if I'm waking you up with this...

[He stirs from his sleep, confused about who could be talking to him, half left behind in a dream he already doesn't remember. It takes a moment to realize that the voice is coming from his journal, and he clumsily grabs it from the nightstand.]

Jeb...? [His voice is groggy, and he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.] What is it? Did something happen?

[He's relieved to hear the Mithos who doesn't hate him on the other end, and he smiles a little to himself. But his voice is still shaky:] ...this will probably sound really silly, but I had a bad dream. [He pulls his knees up, resting his journal on them.] Do you... think we could meet up? Again, I'm really sorry if I'm being a bother...

No...no, I don't mind at all. [He isn't going to ignore a friend who needs his help.] Where should we meet?

Where... do you think we could see the stars best?

[...why did he ask that? Then he remembers... over a year ago, he and Mithos agreed to see the stars together. That was when they thought they were... his heart skips a beat, remembering what happened this year, too. Oh dear...]

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