sixteen [action] | Saturday

[imatreenow]

[On Saturday afternoon, villagers may notice a peculiar sight while out and about in their daily routines. Or maybe they've learned not to question anything that happens here, so they won't pay any mind to Freyjadour as he carries a damp and shivering Mithos through town in what is generally described as 'bridal style'.

...There's an explanation for this. Really.

It has something to do with being unceremoniously dumped into the fountain upon return from a death penalty removal, a minor inconvenience known as pain-killers, and a major inconvenience known as muscular atrophy.

Feel free to awkwardly run into them at any point during the trek to House 11. Tread close enough and snippets of arguments are likely to be heard:]

Put me down...! I am fine.

You can't even stand. Stop struggling, please.

[Or maybe something like:]

I don't need your help.

Yes, you do...just calm down.

[They stop to rest a few times along the way, because while Mithos isn't exactly heavy, he still isn't exactly light either. And he refuses to make this easy on Frey, putting up a constant sruggle against his hold. Good thing there are benches to sit on. And awkward, sullen silence to enjoy, in which Mithos pointedly looks the other way and Freyjadour just has a patient if long suffering look on his face.]

[LATER ACTION - House 11]

Throughout the rest of the day, Mithos has taken up temporary residence on the living room sofa of House 11. The side effects of the drugs have worn off, but he's still in no condition to go off on his own. According to Frey, anyway. Regardless of his condition, a house full of humans is one of the last places he wants to be. House members, come gawk at the grumpy kid in the living room all you want. He defnitely looks like he could use a little company, right? ...Right?]

[OOC NOTE: As you probably expected, responses in the earlier part will come from both Mithos and Freyjadour. Surprise on who will tag first, decided on a thread by thread basis. Later action portion may or may not include threadjacking from Frey or Kaori. You have been warned, friends.]

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BEFORE THIS HIDEOUSNESS | for Frey

[imatreenow]

[He swings back into consciousness almost as soon as his face hits the water. His mind is garbled with the lingering effects of pain-killers, but he's aware that he is submerged in water and he sluggishly flails his limbs in panic. ...to quickly learn it's only the plaza fountain and not all that deep. All that flailing earns him some scratches and scrapes from all the stone around him. Despite not quite knowing up from down, he manages to sit up in the water. It's slowly coming back to him...

He was taken in to have his death penalty lifted. His leg is fine now. He stands up...

He stands...

...He's not standing. He's still sitting. Why is he still sitting? He stares down at his leg and thinks hard about moving it.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

It has to be a mistake. He thought--

Frantic, he yanks his boot and sock off and grabs a hold of his foot and stares. Move, move, move... Some of his toes twitch like rusted hinges in the water. He urges his leg to move, over and over again, but only his toes listen. The rest hangs from his body, still dead with neglect.

He looks up, eyes darting around, and he realizes that he's in the middle of the plaza, even though he already knew that. But now it sinks in. Where is he supposed to go? What is he supposed to...?]

All the horribleness~

[falenandawn]

[Freyjadour was in a bad mood himself, and one that didn't look like it would get better.

Four days ago, he made a mistake that upset Lymsleia badly. A terrible mistake, a frustrated admittance he never should have made in the first place. She disappeared, ran away. He looked for her, but couldn't find her anywhere, no matter how hard he looked.

Two days ago, she set off an explosion with the very thing he had wanted to prevent her from making. The guilt of all of it was eating away at him, even if she was fine now. He was keeping a strong front, shoving his emotions into some dark corner of his heart and pretending to be fine, because a lack of control was what had caused this in the first place.

So today he had made a point to go out, even if he hadn't wanted to, to get medical supplies and food. Something to attempt to cheer Lym up with, perhaps. He wasn't sure, but if he lingered too long he felt he wouldn't manage to hide how badly off balance he was.

Seeing a figure apparently sitting in the fountain, at least, is a distraction. Did they fall in.....? Did they need help? What he finds when he chooses to inspect it, though, is not what he had thought to find. Not at all.]

Mithos?

[shiningbinds]

[...that's certainly not a sight he expects to see.]

[imatreenow]

[Mind still a little numb with drugs, and distracted with how much he doesn't want this to be happening, he doesn't notice Kratos's presence nearly as quickly as he should have. But he can spot him from down the road well enough. And this is not an encounter he wants. Ever. Especially not like this.

He glares up at Frey.]

Take this turn, right here. [Even if it goes in totally the wrong direction and they would have to double back. Do it do it do it.]

[sketchingideals]

[He hears Frey's voice first, but once he hears Mithos'... o-oh. There's no way he can avoid them either without it being obvious of what the intention is...

So many mixed feelings on this, but it wouldn't hurt to talk to both of them, right? And from the sound of it, something happened to Mithos. Jeb can't deny that he's worried.]

[imatreenow]

[Wrong, Jeb. It could hurt a lot. Because like this, you are still at perfect backhanding level. Don't think you're safe just because Frey is here too.

There's nowhere to escape...so as the distance between them gets shorter and shorter, Mithos will level Jeb with the coldest glare he can manage. Which is very cold. He is so good at deluding himself that he can almost pretend to have a few scraps of dignity left.]

[action] y halo thar xD

[selphie_t]

[Oh Frey. She heard some snippets of their arguing but let it pass because she tends to do the same when others do those things to her. She can understand the frustration the poor kid must be feeling.

So a little while later, Selphie enters the living room with a plate of cookies and a mug of hot chocolate.]

Hey there, I brought you something to help warm you up. Are you hungry?

[action] hay gurl haaay

[imatreenow]

[He sits sideways on the couch, lower back propped up against a cushion and legs resting. Shoulders tense. Hands clasped tightly together. Knuckles almost white. Kaori is napping in a nearby armchair, ever the dedicated Clingy Best Friend Thing (patent pending).

And Mithos has a wary glare ready for anything that enters the room, which would happen to be Selphie at the moment. There's a suspicious look at the cookies and hot chocolate too.]

I don't want anything from a human.

[revolutionarygirl]

[She doesn't know Frey, but that blond boy he's carrying... isn't that the kid she met at the library not too long ago? Mithos, right? Did... something happen? She'll approach to see what's up.]

[falenandawn]

[...There is a woman with pink hair approaching, and Frey pauses in step as she does. Even if he did want to end this quickly and stop having to fight the other, he really couldn't bring himself to walk away. It would be impolite of him.] Hello, Miss.

[tsuntrader]

[It's later on in the day, and Silver's been off training since stupidly early in the morning. He usually comes in thoroughly exhausted, a bit dirty, and with Sneasel enjoying a ride on his back.

Today... Two of those things are accurate. The one big difference is that he and Sneasel are soaking wet and really, really muddy.

Don't ask. Just let him slide in without attracting any attention and go-




Is that Mithos?]

[imatreenow]

[Yes, yes it is Mithos. All propped up on your couch, in customary sick person style. Even though he's fine. Aside from not being able to walk anywhere. And being a little bit out of it. ...And there might be sniffles too. Don't mind Kaori napping nearby either, worn out from all the worrying.

He has an extra harsh glare mustered up for Silver, practically bristling when he walks in.]

[fortunefail]

[Guess where house 11 is? That's right, it's eerily close to house 8! Yuan was just headed for the bridge that will lead him to the plaza when he senses a familiar presence. The last time he saw Mithos was when he was informed Martel was kidnapped and considering he still hasn't heard from her, he can only assume that's still the case.

Without any second thoughts, he just keeps walking to cross Mithos' path. ... Hold on, is he being carried by some kid?]

[imatreenow]

[...Oh goddammit. Everyone he hates the most would pick today to be outside. Seeing him, he's only reminded of how long Martel has been gone, and it's not something that he wants needled into him more. He's already been counting every single day. Mithos jabs his elbow into Frey, hissing through clenched teeth.] Turn around.

[Because Frey has been so good at listening to him so far.]

[heartofahawk]

[ CIVILIANS IN NEED.

okay, generally reyson doesn't go out of his way to be a happy helperton, but he's in a very good mood today, and he is a heron so it's kind of his M.O. to, you know. help people. so he's just gonna step right up to this bench. ]

Oh! Are you.. in need of assistance?

[falenandawn]

Oh....? Thank you for asking, but we are fine. [He truly did not want to subject the poor man to Mithos' temper, even if this current rest stop had come about from the other flailing so hard as to hit him in the face.

Really, was it that hard for Mithos to hold still?]

There was merely an accident and I am helping him, that is all.

[rashness]

[...You know he doesn't know either of these people but when Rin passes a pair of people who seem to be having trouble with carrying he sees a good chance to be helpful with with strength!

Namely!]

Ossu- you there! You look like you're having trouble!

[imatreenow]

[He doesn't even pause in his struggling against Frey to shoot an icy response over his shoulder.] Mind your own business.

[Seriously, he will flip all of you into the sun. Yes, he's 'having trouble', but that doesn't mean he wants anyone's help.]

[action] late late late

[kickingcatcher]

[... so, why is there a grumpy kid there. Well, Crys is going to find out.]

Um... are you okay?

[action] yay yay yay

[imatreenow]

[He's being held hostage, that's why. A hostage to weird and confusing questionably-good will.

And what a stupid question. Of course he's not okay. He's trapped in a house crawling with humans, and every single one of them seems intent on bothering him. He's been on-edge this entire time, unable to fully relax even with Kaori napping on the nearby armchair.]

No, I'm not. What a clever observation.

[Action]

[lostinmyway]

[Grune is just chilling on the bridge on the way to House 11, enjoying how pretty the sunlight looks on the water when some unhappy voices break into her concentration. Oh dear. Is someone having a little disagreement?

When she catches sight of the pair, however, she hurries over.]

Oh, my. Mithos, are you all right?

[Action]

[imatreenow]

[Does he look alright? He's partially drugged up, he's soaking wet, and he has to lower himself to being carried around by Freyjadour like a little kid. Nothing about this is a little bit 'alright'.]

How stupid are you? [hiss scowl snarl]

[action]

[wise_maiden]

[And Raine is in the midst of taking care of some errands when she stumbles upon this ... unique spectacle.

She'll observe quietly with a raised eyebrow, unless one of the pair addresses her.]

[action]

[imatreenow]

[He notices Raine too late...not that there's anything he can do to avoid her. But he chooses silence, pretending that he doesn't even see her there and can't even feel her presence.

Especially after the way their last real conversation blew up in his face, this is not how he wants her to find him.]

Late? I'm not late. [Action]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold was out for most of the day, off training, playing, eating... whatever struck his fancy, really. He doesn't return until sometime late in the afternoon. So when he does return, he spots Mithos perched on the couch.

He pauses mid-step, raising an eyebrow.]

Late? I don't even know what that is. [Action]

[imatreenow]

[By this point, he's resenting Frey more than a little for sticking him in the part of the house with the highest volume of foot traffic. As if returning from a stay with the Malnosso isn't taxing enough. So raise your eyebrow all you want, Gold - he's going to try to pretend you aren't there.]