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sixteen [action] | Saturday

[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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....You are sitting in the fountain soaking wet and obviously upset. [Just giving the other a look. An 'Are you kidding' look.]

Are you injured?

I'm fine! [...which is definitely why he's pulling his left leg in toward himself, still barefoot, and glaring intently down at it. Maybe it will obey now. Move so he can stand up and get out of here, move...

One more toe creaks to life.

Well.]

Is it your leg again....? Where are your crutches? [He steps forward, placing his hands against the cool stone rim and peering down at mithos with some concern.

Yeah, deal with it, Mithos.]

[He should be the one asking the questions. Like why do you care? But now isn't the time to ask rhetorical questions that he doesn't really want to hear the answer to. His brain is spinning in little circles trying to keep up with everything at once and not doing a very good job at any of it.]

At my house... [He'd dropped them when the Malnosso droids came for him. His journal was back at the house too...

He continues to glare down at his leg, muttering mostly to himself.] It was supposed to be fixed...it should be... [but he hadn't used it in so long that the muscles couldn't remember how to do anything anymore. That was it.]

[Frowning slightly at his words, he decides to ask yet another question he might get snapped at for. But he will be reaching down to offer a hand as he does so, because he didn't feel right talking to Mithos while he just floundered in the fountain.] What do you mean, it was 'supposed to be fixed'?

You never did mention what happened to your leg, before.

Edited 2012-04-14 07:40 (UTC)

[He doesn't take the offered hand, or even acknowledge it, but he will answer Frey's question. Because he will never not be in the mood for vindictive anger. Even when sitting up to his middle in chilly water and half drugged up. He glares coldly up at him.] Do you want to know why my leg is as useless as it is?

Because a certain filthy traitor couldn't mind his own business and he took it upon himself to end my life. [He'll let that sink in. Let Frey connect the dots. It's too much effort to do it for him right now.]

I contacted one of the Malnosso earlier this week, to have the penalty lifted, and I was generously taken in. I should be able to walk again... [but it's never that easy, is it? He lets out a frustrated growl.]

[While Frey was of the opinion that significant threats should be dealt with if they posed a significant and immediate danger, this did not sit well with him at all, and it shows in the widening of his eyes and the saddened look on his face. Mithos was a loose cannon, true, but.....

He had not expected to find out that it was more then a mere injury.] I am sorry.... I did not realize......

I don't want your meaningless apologies. [Frey should be happy to know he had suffered, and Mithos doesn't want to be convinced any other way. He looks away from the look of empathy and compassion before it blinds him.] It doesn't change what already happened, or make it better somehow.

....No, it does not.

But your leg is probably weak from lack of use. You'll need time before you can use it properly. [He knew a little about that... mostly from some extra reading he had done about battle injuries and longterm care for them with those combat medicine classes. Breaking your weapon arm could be quite the costly thing.]

[Frey agreeing with him only makes him scowl in annoyance. And confirming his suspicions... He strikes the water's surface with his fist, splashing more water on himself. He hardly notices or cares.]

Dammit...! [For how much longer will he have to be this pathetic? He thought he was done with this...] Worthless...miserable traitor! [He pounds the water again, as if that will somehow hurt Yuan.]

.....That will accomplish nothing.

We should get you out of there. That cannot be comfortable. [Still offering a hand up. If he had to he would drag the other out of there, but... he would rather let him keep some of his dignity.]

And if you work on it, your leg should get stronger with time... I am afraid I do not know much, if any details on how, but I do know that.

[He hits Frey's hand away. He knows this isn't accomplishing anything. He knows he can't stand up on his own. But he does not want help from someone he hates everything about. Even the things he isn't sure he should hate or not...he hates those the most, for their impudence in confusing him.

He isn't thinking about the long-term of his leg's recovery; he'll have plenty of time to worry about that later. Right now, his mind scrambles for an exit out of this. he doesn't have his journal handy, but Freyjadour...

He glares up at him.] Give me your journal.

[He'll get a hold of Sayo, and.....sit here while he waits for her. In the fountain. And Frey can go away. This sounds like a much better plan.]

[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..]

...I seem to have left it at the house.

[...Luck is not on his side today. But when has it ever truly been? He snarls at Frey, as if he left his journal behind on purpose - he needs to do something with this excess sludge of spite, anger, and bitterness.]

Then leave me alone! There's nothing more you can do for me. [Except the idea of sitting in the fountain, completely vulnerable, isn't appealing either. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. His stomach twists unpleasantly.]

I cannot do that. [Offering a hand just once more- If Mithos doesn't take it this time, well....]

Will you at least cooperate enough to let me get you somewhere dry? I am not expecting anything in return, but at the very least be logical about this.

[He'll slap it away again, more forcefully. Even though he doesn't know what else to do. Because he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't understand...he's still waiting for Frey to take advantage of his helplessness and kick him while he's down.]

Go away! [Oh Frey...nothing about this is logical right now.]

[Rather then letting that slap push his hand away, he grabs the other's hand with a frown, his outright disappointment obvious and his grip strong. Really?]

I guess I have no choice.

[Struggle all you like, but he'll be hauling you up by that arm whether you like it or not, Mithos. Good think you're so small.]

[He begins to struggle against Frey's grip as he's yanked up, thrashing through the shallow water. His movements are still sluggish, mirroring his brain. As soon as he's up on his feet, he loses his balance - his leg still can't support his weight - and his momentum pulls him toward Frey.

Better act fast.]

[He grabs the other bodily when he falls towards him, wasting no time in hauling him out of the fountain fully. Now, Mithos can either fall on his ass or he can allow Frey to hold him- his choice.]

[He doesn't stop struggling - he will flail and twist and hit and claw until Frey releases him. There isn't time to think about what will happen after Frey lets go. His muscles react on autopilot, only knowing the panic of being defenseless in such obnoxious proximity to a human.]

[Well, he certainly expected a struggle, but he still wasn't quite prepared for Mithos' panic, and though he tries valiantly to keep hold of him, his grip on the other eventually slips just enough for the other to slip away.

Mithos, meet hard stone ground.]

[He actually lands on the stone edge of the fountain, then falls backwards into the water. He's lucky the water slows down his momentum a little - he doesn't conk his head too hard. But his tailbone definitely took a pounding, and his wings aren't feeling too good either.

He sits up, flailing and spluttering and dizzy and sore and soaked. Really, if he wants to actually preserve some dignity.....]

Edited 2012-04-16 06:51 (UTC)

[Mithos, if you end up regaining that death penalty by knocking yourself out and drowning in less then a foot of water, Frey will not be giving you any sympathies.]

....Are you alright?

[Frey's words come through a little fuzzy as he clutches the back of his head and winces. .....What did he just say? ...He nods his head slowly, still desperate to fool himself into believing Frey will leave him alone and he can do this by himself. He then uses his free hand to push wet strands of hair out of his face, annoyed at everything.]

[Sighing, he decides that really the only way to do this is to get into the fountain himself and bend down next to the other. So much for staying relatively dry....]

How badly did you hit your head....?

you know Mithos will love this.

NO LO QUIEROOOOO

NO HABLA....

lo siento.....

WHAT...

NOTHING....

OHRLY....

YES RLY...

YES RLY...

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