[Mithos has had his hands full with his own elf. After the first one refused to leave him alone, showering him with incessant requests to bake cookies and make paper snowflakes, he thought killing it would be the quickest solution. Then a new elf popped up. It was destroyed and replaced again within the hour. This one was a little twitchy and bizarrely fixated on Mithos's hair - it kept insisting that he fashion holiday decorations from locks of it. At this point, he resorted to locking the elf in the closet, but it always seems to find a way out.
He's flinging the elf back into the closet for the hundredth time when he hears the loud yell from outside. He doesn't get a chance to shut the door on his strange little tormentor because he's turning to tensely listen. Someone is at his front door, and they shouldn't be. He stalks over, hand ready on Kaori's knife where it waits at his waist, and he carefully pulls the door open.
Surprise flashes across his face when he sees that it's Freyjadour, but it's quickly replaced by vexation.] What are you doing here?
[December 23rd]
He's flinging the elf back into the closet for the hundredth time when he hears the loud yell from outside. He doesn't get a chance to shut the door on his strange little tormentor because he's turning to tensely listen. Someone is at his front door, and they shouldn't be. He stalks over, hand ready on Kaori's knife where it waits at his waist, and he carefully pulls the door open.
Surprise flashes across his face when he sees that it's Freyjadour, but it's quickly replaced by vexation.] What are you doing here?