"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: 2024-08-03 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."
I THOUGHT I REPLIED ALREADY
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.