Mithrun just... sits there, motionless, until the man comes back. He's not sure what else he's supposed to do, if anything - and he's not interested enough to take the chance to snoop around.
So. Just sitting there, until Shiro returns.
He'll get that same flat, blank look as before when he does. Mithrun holds out a hand, for just... whichever one Shiro may hand him. "Either is fine."
Shiro's left standing there, holding a couple smoothies hopefully. And... then sort of blinks. "Are you allergic to... anything?"
It's a last ditch question.
Also it's probably important. People are allergic to strawberries, right? That's the last thing the poor guy needs. "If not, you... might like the berry one better?"
At the next, faintly helpless-sounding suggestion, Mithrun sighs almost imperceptibly. This guy really wants him to make a choice, doesn't he. Are they going to be stuck here until he does? "Fine. I'll take that one."
And he hands it over. Brightening. Because, yes, Mithrun, he wants you to make a choice. Or just the slightest indication of a choice. Shiro sits back down in the chair, looking extremely relieved.
"Take it slow though. The clinic said that'd probably be for the best."
Honestly, if Mithrun were inclined to be extra insufferable, he could argue that he didn't make a choice so much as Shiro guided him to one. But, since this is all internal narration, he doesn't.
"Hmm. How long has it been?" Since he passed out, he means.
He takes a swig of the shake while Shiro answers, and he is... not exactly "taking it slow", honestly.
"... slower than that. Sip it. You don't want to throw up."
Because that's more important than answering the question. And, honestly, it kind of is. They won't get any kind of conversation if Mithrun chugs the shake and... gets sick.
"You were asleep about twenty hours. Or unconscious, at least."
Mithrun pauses, staring flatly at Shiro. It may look for a moment like he's going to argue, but... if nothing else, he does slow down.
Twenty hours... Mithrun's brows draw together, and he lowers the shake. A bit of it drips from the corner of mouth. He doesn't make any move to wipe it away. "That's almost a full day lost... I don't have time for--"
He's ready to get up and leave, but... there's all that pesky advice and care nagging at him. Mithrun frowns down at the shake, starts to lift it to his lips again - then he pauses.
"...You mentioned a clinic. But this isn't it, right?"
Shiro's brow furrows a little. He gestures at his own face, in that universal, "you have a little something" way. So as not to accidentally embarrass his guest here.
"I get that, but you must have needed it." And he does get it. He does understand needing to do something, to keep yourself going for a goal. He's pushed himself that hard before, and probably will again.
For a second, he tenses too, ready to keep Mithrun resting a bit longer. But the other relents for a minute, and Shiro relaxes. "No, it's not," he admits, looking a bit sheepish. "It's my place. They said they didn't have space... another emergency came up."
Leaving the fact he'd volunteered to help unasked - that's unsaid.
No reaction to the attempt to politely inform him of the Drip Situation. One may wonder if he didn't notice, or didn't get it - because, surely, he wouldn't just not care, right?
He does, however, raise an eyebrow at Shiro's explanation. "Awfully quick to bring a total stranger to your house. I could be anyone."
Despite the ominous words, Mithrun's voice is as monotone as before. He takes another sip of the protein shake before adding, "Did you sleep in those twenty hours?"
Like that's obvious. And, to him, it is. This is, clearly, the only answer. There was nowhere at the clinic, and the man needed observation, he needed help. Shiro was there. It made sense.
He rolls the bottle of water in his hands, idly. For something to do with them.
"Before," he admits, finally. "Before I ran into you, I mean." Yeah, yesterday, he slept.
"What? No." He looks like Mithrun just suggested Shiro say the Earth was flat. "Of course I couldn't. You needed help."
It makes absolute sense to him. You just... help, when people need it. If you have to go out of your way, then so be it. It wasn't like it was putting Shiro out or anything.
He shakes his head, holding a hand out again. "Stay a little longer. Make sure that wasn't too much." Sit down sir and make sure you don't puke.
"...And that help needed to involve you bringing a complete stranger, with unknown intentions and capabilities, into your home."
Yeah, he's decided this is ridiculous. Even Kabru, who ended up doing so much more than he ever had to, had a concrete reason to stick with Mithrun in the dungeon to start with.
The man reaches out to stop him again, but Mithrun doesn't accept his attempt so easily this time. He drops the bottle, pushes himself up from the bed just enough that only his feet are in contact with the floor--
--And then he's behind Shiro, walking for the door. ...Or at least trying to.
The trouble is, while Mithrun hasn't exactly been in combat the last few days, that doesn't mean he hasn't been using magic. It's habit at this point, after all, to teleport items he's finished with back to their approximate locations, or to teleport himself here and there to speed up travel or get to less crowded areas of the streets.
Of course, those were habits built alongside a strict routine of scheduled meals and rest that he is no longer following, and... that mana usage adds up.
Mithrun stumbles on his first step toward the door, narrowly catching himself with a hand on the wall. Fortunate that Shiro's living space is so small. "I'll-- be fine. Twenty hours is more than enough."
He honestly stands there for a good few moments, staring at empty space. While his brain catches up with the process here. One moment, the sick guy was in front of him. The next Mithrun was just...? Where? Footfall catches his attention, and he whirls.
In time, too.
He doesn't reach out this time. Mithrun doesn't seem to appreciate that. Instead, he just steps up to stand even with the other, hands sort of hovering.
"You don't seem fine. At least - let me walk you home? I can't make you stay, but please... you're still not stable."
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Date: 2024-07-24 07:04 pm (UTC)So. Just sitting there, until Shiro returns.
He'll get that same flat, blank look as before when he does. Mithrun holds out a hand, for just... whichever one Shiro may hand him. "Either is fine."
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Date: 2024-07-26 06:49 am (UTC)It's a last ditch question.
Also it's probably important. People are allergic to strawberries, right? That's the last thing the poor guy needs. "If not, you... might like the berry one better?"
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Date: 2024-07-26 08:08 pm (UTC)He has not broken eye contact.
At the next, faintly helpless-sounding suggestion, Mithrun sighs almost imperceptibly. This guy really wants him to make a choice, doesn't he. Are they going to be stuck here until he does? "Fine. I'll take that one."
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Date: 2024-07-28 05:45 am (UTC)And he hands it over. Brightening. Because, yes, Mithrun, he wants you to make a choice. Or just the slightest indication of a choice. Shiro sits back down in the chair, looking extremely relieved.
"Take it slow though. The clinic said that'd probably be for the best."
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Date: 2024-07-29 03:13 am (UTC)"Hmm. How long has it been?" Since he passed out, he means.
He takes a swig of the shake while Shiro answers, and he is... not exactly "taking it slow", honestly.
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Date: 2024-07-29 05:35 am (UTC)Because that's more important than answering the question. And, honestly, it kind of is. They won't get any kind of conversation if Mithrun chugs the shake and... gets sick.
"You were asleep about twenty hours. Or unconscious, at least."
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Date: 2024-08-01 11:36 pm (UTC)Twenty hours... Mithrun's brows draw together, and he lowers the shake. A bit of it drips from the corner of mouth. He doesn't make any move to wipe it away. "That's almost a full day lost... I don't have time for--"
He's ready to get up and leave, but... there's all that pesky advice and care nagging at him. Mithrun frowns down at the shake, starts to lift it to his lips again - then he pauses.
"...You mentioned a clinic. But this isn't it, right?"
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Date: 2024-08-02 06:31 am (UTC)"I get that, but you must have needed it." And he does get it. He does understand needing to do something, to keep yourself going for a goal. He's pushed himself that hard before, and probably will again.
For a second, he tenses too, ready to keep Mithrun resting a bit longer. But the other relents for a minute, and Shiro relaxes. "No, it's not," he admits, looking a bit sheepish. "It's my place. They said they didn't have space... another emergency came up."
Leaving the fact he'd volunteered to help unasked - that's unsaid.
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Date: 2024-08-02 09:26 pm (UTC)He does, however, raise an eyebrow at Shiro's explanation. "Awfully quick to bring a total stranger to your house. I could be anyone."
Despite the ominous words, Mithrun's voice is as monotone as before. He takes another sip of the protein shake before adding, "Did you sleep in those twenty hours?"
Hint: There is no right answer.
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Date: 2024-08-03 06:13 am (UTC)Like that's obvious. And, to him, it is. This is, clearly, the only answer. There was nowhere at the clinic, and the man needed observation, he needed help. Shiro was there. It made sense.
He rolls the bottle of water in his hands, idly. For something to do with them.
"Before," he admits, finally. "Before I ran into you, I mean." Yeah, yesterday, he slept.
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Date: 2024-08-03 07:19 pm (UTC)He's just saying.
Mithrun raises an eyebrow. He finishes off the shake.
Aaand he's going to stand up again. "Then I should go, and you should sleep."
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Date: 2024-08-04 06:22 am (UTC)It makes absolute sense to him. You just... help, when people need it. If you have to go out of your way, then so be it. It wasn't like it was putting Shiro out or anything.
He shakes his head, holding a hand out again. "Stay a little longer. Make sure that wasn't too much." Sit down sir and make sure you don't puke.
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Date: 2024-08-04 03:07 pm (UTC)Yeah, he's decided this is ridiculous. Even Kabru, who ended up doing so much more than he ever had to, had a concrete reason to stick with Mithrun in the dungeon to start with.
The man reaches out to stop him again, but Mithrun doesn't accept his attempt so easily this time. He drops the bottle, pushes himself up from the bed just enough that only his feet are in contact with the floor--
--And then he's behind Shiro, walking for the door. ...Or at least trying to.
The trouble is, while Mithrun hasn't exactly been in combat the last few days, that doesn't mean he hasn't been using magic. It's habit at this point, after all, to teleport items he's finished with back to their approximate locations, or to teleport himself here and there to speed up travel or get to less crowded areas of the streets.
Of course, those were habits built alongside a strict routine of scheduled meals and rest that he is no longer following, and... that mana usage adds up.
Mithrun stumbles on his first step toward the door, narrowly catching himself with a hand on the wall. Fortunate that Shiro's living space is so small. "I'll-- be fine. Twenty hours is more than enough."
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Date: 2024-08-12 06:24 am (UTC)He honestly stands there for a good few moments, staring at empty space. While his brain catches up with the process here. One moment, the sick guy was in front of him. The next Mithrun was just...? Where? Footfall catches his attention, and he whirls.
In time, too.
He doesn't reach out this time. Mithrun doesn't seem to appreciate that. Instead, he just steps up to stand even with the other, hands sort of hovering.
"You don't seem fine. At least - let me walk you home? I can't make you stay, but please... you're still not stable."
Did he just gesture to ALL OF YOU, MITHRUN.
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Date: 2024-08-12 10:05 pm (UTC)"That won't be necessary."
It would absolutely be necessary, if Mithrun had... chosen somewhere to live. Whoops.
As it is, he figures he'll just... head out there? Maybe he'll find somewhere. Who knows.