Mithos...?! [He quickly rises to his knees on instinct, subconsciously acting on the memories of their first few times talking to each other that would make him so overly worried about a friend in pain. This wasn't what he was expecting when he said that, if anything at all. Of course most people here would miss someone, but... What did he do?
His hands are only just outstretched, heart beating fast as his mind continued to run on the default reaction that a friend was in danger and he had to do something before it was too late, before she got hurt again or did something that would mean disappearing.
... But it was none of his business, according to Mithos. So he begins to fall back again, only just realizing that his reaction had made the sleeves of his shirt slide up and now that he was back in a sitting position, the cloth material was otherwise caught on dark green leaves extending out of his wrists. So perhaps a little too hastily he starts trying to adjust his shirt so that they are covered again, flinching just slightly even though some of his attention was still on the other.]
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His hands are only just outstretched, heart beating fast as his mind continued to run on the default reaction that a friend was in danger and he had to do something before it was too late, before she got hurt again or did something that would mean disappearing.
... But it was none of his business, according to Mithos. So he begins to fall back again, only just realizing that his reaction had made the sleeves of his shirt slide up and now that he was back in a sitting position, the cloth material was otherwise caught on dark green leaves extending out of his wrists. So perhaps a little too hastily he starts trying to adjust his shirt so that they are covered again, flinching just slightly even though some of his attention was still on the other.]