imatreenow | fifteen [action] | early Saturday morning

[Martel had been kidnapped by the Malnosso droids about a week ago and no matter how many times she's taken from him, Mithos can't get used to it. There's the same plummeting feeling in his stomach, the same moment of weak knees nearly buckling. The aching that won't go away. And at night, indelible memories scrape through his head with a vengeance. Crumpling to the ground with blood blooming on her clothes and color draining from her face-- He startles awake long before the sun rises, feeling small in the empty house. Still and silent, he sits in the dark. He can think of one person who is undoubtedly awake at this hour too, and after a long moment of debate he decides to reach for his journal and start writing.]

[WRITTEN - private to Sayo | 100%]
~~I had a~~ Are you awake? [He already knows the answer, but he doesn't know where else to begin.]

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[He falls back into uneasy sleep eventually, and when he wakes up again he has errands to busy himself with. Food is running low...and he wants to check on something on the flower shop too. Hoping to avoid people as much as possible, he ventures out early in the morning with a canvas bag for groceries slung over his shoulder. Maybe he shouldn't be living by himself, but in the months since his death penalty was first placed on him he's become more skillful with his crutches. There is something to be said for stubbornness too. Above all else, he has to convince himself that his sister will be returned soon... He moves through the village as briskly as he can, eyes vigilant and senses finely tuned - the sooner he can return, the better.]

[Later in the morning he opens his journal again, because there's someone who he needs to see more than anyone else in the cloying absence of his sister...]

[VOICE - private to Kaori | 100%]
You're not busy today...are you?

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...that was my error. Had I paid more attention...

But you didn't, did you. [Not a question, but a fact. Don't even start on that - the beating-your-face-in-with-a-crutch threat is still on the table.]

...This entire 'conversation' is pointless. I will say it again: leave me alone.