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[martelapproves]

Who: Mithos and you!
Where: Next to Lamufao.
When: Backdated to July 31st.
Style: Will follow you!
Status: Open!

[ Mithos has been sitting next to the Coral for a while now. Every day for the last week, he's come back to his little bench near the coral, sitting there for hours at a time, staring at it, as if he were hoping someone he knew would be there. He knew it was the time of month when people started arriving, but... once again, he was disappointed, and saddened. She still wasn't here. She still wasn't going to arrive.

And he was still terribly alone.

Today was the last chance he had, until next month. And of course, Martel wasn't there. Fighting back tears again, Mithos slowly, reluctantly, gets to his feet, and slowly starts to walk away, back towards his apartment, his eyes glued to the ground.

And he might just walk into your character. ]

Comments

[closedcircuit]

[...And moral judgment is a go. On the other hand he is, at least, momentarily distracted.]

I'm reasonably certain that the last thing you need right now is alcohol. I'd be happy to help you home and get you a glass of water.

[See how helpful he is?]

[chosen_gigolo]

[Actually yes, home is even better. Home is further away from where Mithos went. Of course, if he agrees without whining or anything Ky'll figure something's up.]

Aww c'mon, just one little drink? I'll even compromise and get it at home, c'mon, pleeease?

[closedcircuit]

What you do at home isn't really any of my concern, although you'd likely recover faster if you stayed away from the alcohol.

we should wrap this up x.x;

[chosen_gigolo]

Apparently it was your concern before~

[Just teasing. Mostly to cover up that he still feels pretty terrible. Even so, he leans on Ky just a little to get moving again towards his house.]

Alright, fine, I'll forgo the booze. I haven't touched any in months anyway, why start now?

we're probably close

[closedcircuit]

[Ky just looks satisfied when Zelos says he'll forgo the booze.]

I'm not going to police what you do within your own home, within reason. But I'm glad, you'll...recover faster this way.

[chosen_gigolo]

[He shrugs a little, shuffling along in silence for a time as they get moving down towards Ordo. At length, though, he feels the need to speak again.]

...why are you helping me, anyway? I haven't exactly been super friendly.

[closedcircuit]

You don't need to be friendly to deserve help. You don't need to be anything, really -- everyone deserves help. Besides, even if we don't get along, you're still a good person.

[chosen_gigolo]

[That stops Zelos cold, staring at Ky like he'd grown a second head. He stays that way for a long moment, long enough to get marginally uncomfortable, and then starts laughing. It's an honest laugh too, though there's a sense that it's not entirely mirthful; more of a self depreciating, incredulous laugh and it goes on for quite some time.

Damnit Ky you're just so earnest and naive!]

[closedcircuit]

[Ky bristles at the laughter, not appreciating it at all. He hasn't said anything at all ridiculous, and certainly not anything that he doesn't believe!]

Careful, you'll strain something.

[chosen_gigolo]

[As if on cue (which it is) Zelos groans theatrically, holding his side at some small ache or pain made worse through laughing. He's done talking, for now. He can't bring himself to crush that sort of idealism like he probably should, get those good thoughts about a bad guy like him right out of that stupid blonde head.

But he can't. Not right now anyway. Right now he'll just quietly shake his head, a grin still curling the corners of his lips, and let Ky escort him home.]