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.]

Comments

[tsuntrader]

[He looks at Mithos and considers the situation. Glaring? Yeah, whatever. Kaori? He's harmless, then.

...Kaori...] Is she okay? [Nevermind Mithos, Silver doesn't really care. He'd rather cover the important stuff.]

[imatreenow]

[It's a little easier, actually, to not have Silver's concern directed right at him. Although with Kaori being just like him, just as damned for something nobody would pick, he can still question it. A lot.]

...Tired. [Look at him try to answer in as few words as possible.]

[tsuntrader]

[Tired? ...He can take a couple of guesses at what might have made her so tired. Anyone with half a brain could. But the answer does put him at ease. His shoulders relax a little, as does his expression.

But now... There's the Mithos problem. There are plenty of things he considers saying to Mithos. Plenty of important things that he'd like to make very, very clear, and a couple of things involving concern that don't quite need to be made clear.]

...If you're gonna sit there, at least play brawl or something. [But that will have to do. With that, he's heading off to shower, tracking mud and water all over the floor.]

[imatreenow]

[He watches him leave, glaring at his back the whole time. Alone again, with just a napping Kaori as very welcome company in this cesspool of humans, he can relax a little.

...'Play brawl'.

.......What the fuck does that even mean?]

[tsuntrader]

[It's a bit of a delay before Silver comes back with his Pokémon following right behind him. As he returns, a wet and soapy rag is dropped rather unceremoniously on the floor next to the mess he made coming in. It gets ignored for a moment, however, as Silver has brought a blanket with him and quietly and carefully drapes it over Kaori before going to clean up his mess.

Sneasel, on the other hand, is just going to lay back and relax by Kaori's feet. Murkrow and Feraligatr glance at Mithos somewhat warily, but quickly lose interest and relax in the same general area.

Mithos also may or may not take note of the fact that Silver's... Wearing the exact same outfit he was when he came in. ...Except you know, clean.]

[imatreenow]

[He hasn't moved at all, and he certainly hasn't made any effort to 'play brawl' because seriously what even is that?

His gaze had been resting gently on Kaori before - just because there's comfort in the familiar among the unfamiliar - but he quickly looks elsewhere when Silver returns, eyes hardening again. Mithos watches him with no small amount of distaste, discomfort, or distrust. The reception for his Pokemon is no warmer. Especially not for Murkrow, destroyer of windows and peaceful solitude.]

[tsuntrader]

[Murkrow simply points two... fea...thers... towards his eyes, then one at Mithos. He's got his eye on you, dude.

Once Silver's done, he'll finally address Mithos again.] Are you hungry?

[imatreenow]

[He just returns Murkrow's threat with a scowl. Does he really look like he can do much of anything right now? Besides...if he started throwing spells around, it could wake Kaori up. He'll just sit here all tense and wary and giving off cornered animal vibes.]

No. [...except he's eaten only the bare minimum since he was brought here. Everyone's willingness to help is...confusing. Alarming. Mostly he's just suspiciously picked at the food given him.]

[tsuntrader]

Thirsty?

[imatreenow]

No. All I want is to leave.

[......

...No, his tummy did not just grumble. You imagined it.]

[tsuntrader]

I know. I'm not stupid. You don't have to point out the obvious.

[...] Ice cream?

[imatreenow]

[Ice cream? Cookies? How childish do they think he is? Have a very unimpressed look.] If you were as smart as you claim, you would leave me alone.

[tsuntrader]

There's a difference between being stupid and doing stupid things.

[imatreenow]

So you admit that this is stupid. [More like...maddeningly confusing and strange and unbelievable and suspicious. But stupid works too.]

[tsuntrader]

What, trying to offer stuff to someone that's going to spit it back in my face? Yeah, that's pretty stupid of me.

[imatreenow]

Then why bother?

[tsuntrader]

Cause I feel like it.

[imatreenow]

[But why does he feel like it? Humans have been doing whatever they feel like doing for a long time, but always to their own benefit. It doesn't make any sense...

So the best answer is no answer. Just more sullen silence.]

[tsuntrader]

...You've gotta be hungry. I know I am. Throwing a few extra scoops of ice cream in a second bowl or making some extra eggs isn't a big deal. It's not that complicated.

[imatreenow]

[But it is complicated. Hatred is easy to learn, but nearly impossible to unlearn.]

...Fine. I don't care.

[tsuntrader]

[Awesome. Time to go make some god damn food. Brb, Mithos.]

[imatreenow]

[...Then he's shifting his attention back to Kaori. He might snap otherwise. He really wonders how she can tolerate living here, he really does. He tries to relax a little, but it's hard when he knows Silver will be back soon. ]

[tsuntrader]

[Enjoy the solitude while it lasts, because it's not long before Silver comes back with food. Today's omelette day! And everyone gets them. In fact, he's offering them to his Pokémon first. One with a giant raw fish for Feraligatr, one with an additional raw egg for Sneasel, and one with... An assortment of hot peppers for Murkrow.

Trip two! Enjoy your own omelette, Mithos. It's rather delicious! Silver can make some awesome eggs. ...Of course, it's also the only thing he can make, but. Details. It's accompanied by a rather generous amount of ice cream of different flavors with a billion toppings.

Silver will find a nice place to sit on the floor that's an adequate distance away from Mithos so he doesn't feel quite as cornered. The only difference between his food and the food he gave to Mithos is the fact that he has an absolutely inhumane amount of ice cream. Ice cream is awesome, okay? Okay.]

[imatreenow]

[On each return, Mithos warily follows Silver with his eyes, hating everything about this. He does little more than stare coldly at the food set in front of him...and sniffle. Stupid fountain. Stupid grumbling stomach. Stupid Silver, still sitting too uncomfortably close because anywhere in the room is too close.

...Also, some of these ice cream flavors? Food is not supposed to be this color. He's pretty sure.]

[tsuntrader]

[It takes a bit for Silver to even notice Mithos staring at his food instead of eating it. Once he does... Well, it takes everything in him to keep from saying something. Saying something would just make things worse, wouldn't it?...]