[If Mithos thought anything he could do right now would be anything more then an annoyance, he thought wrong. The slapped away hand does nothing but make his lips thin in disapproval.
Still, he isn't against letting the other seek out help elsewhere, either, and he reaches into his coat pocket to grab his journal. Only....
There isn't anything there. Only a handkerchief and the pen he usually used to write in his journal were there. Odd... he was sure he had made sure to bring it along, in case Lymsleia needed him..]
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Still, he isn't against letting the other seek out help elsewhere, either, and he reaches into his coat pocket to grab his journal. Only....
There isn't anything there. Only a handkerchief and the pen he usually used to write in his journal were there. Odd... he was sure he had made sure to bring it along, in case Lymsleia needed him..]
...I seem to have left it at the house.