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

[falenandawn]

[Frey, on the other hand, is oblivious to the glaring, simply staring straight ahead to avoid any nasty looks or remarks Mithos might aim at him. He gets tired of the verbal abuse Mithos chooses to throw rather quickly, after all.

Sorry, Jeb. he has no idea you know his passenger.]

[sketchingideals]

[Well, Frey. Allow Jeb to make it known to you.]

Mithos...! [He avoids eye contact with the blond, saddened by the glare, then looks to Frey instead.] Did something happen to him?

[imatreenow]

[If Jeb doesn't like all that glaring, he should leave him the hell alone. Because he isn't letting up. He prefers to pretend the other boy doesn't exist, and that's a difficult illusion to maintain when Jeb insists on poking his nose in his business.

He'll take the question, even if it was directed at Frey.] How many times must I tell you to leave me alone?

[falenandawn]

[Wow, Mithos. Wow. The poor guy...Girl? No, that voice was male.... Was only worried about you and you treat him so rudely.

He smiles to try and offset Mithos' ire, keeping his voice pleasant. It might be an embarrassing situation but at the very least this person deserved to be treated kindly by one of them.]

He was just returned by the Malnosso... he will be fine.

[sketchingideals]

I'm glad. ...and I'm sorry for bothering you two. [Awkwardly rubbing his wrist again--he still hasn't stopped wearing the bracelet.] Even so, I hope you recover quickly from whatever the Malnosso did to you, Mithos.

[imatreenow]

[Edging very, very close to just hitting him now...] Shut up. I don't want to hear it.

[He isn't dealing with any of Jeb's...aggravating, confusing, bewildering, has to be fake kindness. Struggling with Frey, literally or otherwise, is already more than he can handle.]

[falenandawn]

There is no reason to apologize. Concern for another is normal. [Mithos is the one who should but..... The chances of that happening were sadly slim.]


And please, such language is not necessary Mithos.

[sketchingideals]

[To Frey:] No, don't worry. It's okay, I don't mind. It's sort of my fault anyway...

[Rubbing his wrist that the bracelet is around again--something that's become a bit of a nervous habit...]

I'm just glad he's okay, even if he doesn't want to hear it.

[imatreenow]

[He's been avoiding looking anywhere in the vicinity of Jeb's wrist, where that stupid bracelet is. Despite being outside, he can't help but feel claustrophobic. Everything about the other boy is obnoxiously cloying, while he's just small and transparent.

So this is his hand whipping out to lash across Jeb's face.]

[falenandawn]

[Except that is one thing Freyjadour is not going to tolerate today. Quick as a flash, his hand snaps out to grab the other's hand, and if he manages it the grip will be tight enough to show he isn't going to let the other try twice. Perhaps Mithos might think he is taking advantage of his weakened state, but Freyjadour couldn't care.

Words he might not be able to control, but he won't let the other escalate to violence while under his care.] Enough.

[Just a single word, but the tone is cold and hard, clearly spoken- a warning in itself.]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb just looks to the ground. He should have expected that. He doesn't say anything to either of them, just continues to stare downward.]

[imatreenow]

[He tries to wrest his hand back from Frey, but it's pretty futile. It ends up being just a lot of twisting and struggling and teeth-gritting.] Let go, human!

[He whips his glare at Jeb.] You disgust me. [because you confuse him] I told you to never approach me again!

[falenandawn]

[Frey has had enough of this, and his grip tightens just a tad- not enough to do damage, but enough to hurt if he keeps struggling like this. His voice, however, just grows colder- a far cry from the kind tones he usually used.] Stop this now.

He has done nothing to you to deserve such rudeness, and while I cannot stop the hateful words you spew from your mouth, I will stop your actions while you are in my sight. Your actions today have been disgraceful.

[sketchingideals]

It's all right! Please, you don't have to say that to him. [He's still looking downward.] I should have listened to what he said to me, because I've caused enough trouble for him, but I was worried...

[imatreenow]

[Why is this 'conversation' still happening? he doesn't have the energy for this right now. He doesn't care if Jeb is being nice - pretending to be nice. He doesn't care about the pieces of Jeb that faintly remind him of himself - he hates all of those the most. He just wants to be left alone.]

[falenandawn]

I doubt anything you have done is deserving of being struck.

[Well, he didn't know that for certain, but this person had only shown Mithos concern since he had approached, and he didn't seem to be faking it, either. It was the only conclusion he could come to.]

Even if it was, I would not tolerate it. All you have done since you approached us is show concern for him.

[sketchingideals]

...I can't help it.

[imatreenow]

[Just like he can't help but be completely unsettled by someone who knows so much about him while he doesn't even know if he can really trust him. And he's leaning toward a resounding no. Always better safe than sorry.]

Are you done yet?

[falenandawn]

...I apologize for the trouble we have caused you.... But it is probably best we hurry on.

[He truly, truly did feel bad, but Mithos would probably continue with his attitude towards Jeb until they moved on. It was better that they did so quickly.]