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martelsnotmypeachWarnings: Spoilers (most likely), fluff.
Effects: Conflicted emotions at first, followed by a feeling of prolonged loneliness being lifted, along with complete and total bliss.
Being around Lloyd's group felt right, after a while. At first he loathed admitting it, even it himself, but Mithos was beginning to like how he didn't feel so miserable anymore.
His contempt for humans was still there, of course, it might always be there--but he was beginning to want to follow Lloyd's ideals. He was beginning to want to give the world another chance.
But... Martel. His sister--what about her? He had been fighting this entire time to bring her back. He couldn't really abandon her like this, could he?
Currently, he was watching all of them. Zelos was being his usual lecherous self, and Mithos couldn't help but snort at that. He wasn't so sure if it was out of disgust anymore, though, and he almost feels sympathetic when Sheena smacked him.
Regal was cooking something for all of them--with his feet, no less. As much as Mithos didn't want to admit it, he found it a bit impressive.
Genis was talking to Presea--or rather, attempting to talk to Presea. As usual, he was stuttering every time a word even attempted to come out of his mouth. Mithos was reminded, in a way, of how Yuan had been toward his sister. Thinking of that makes his stomach turn, though, so he tries not to think about it anymore.
Lloyd was talking to Raine, urging her not to help Regal with the cooking. Mithos laughed, both finding it amusing and relieved that Lloyd was doing so. The professor was far from being a good chef, and her cooking had made even him feel ill before.
Colette walked up to Lloyd after a while, saying something to him. Mithos heard what it was--they were talking about him, how he seemed a little lonely just sitting there on his own.
Mithos wasn't lonely, and he definitely wouldn't be lonely once that blonde chosen became Martel's host. He didn't--
Except when Lloyd and Colette came up and suggested he do something with them, he took their hands with a smile, and for once it was genuine.
"I'd like that," Mithos said, feeling happy when both Lloyd and Colette's faces lit up.
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[Mithos bolts up, seeming to desperately gasp for air.]
...ridiculous...
[The Dreamberry is recording, isn't it? There's a panicked look on his face before he glares at it and turns it off.]
Effects: Conflicted emotions at first, followed by a feeling of prolonged loneliness being lifted, along with complete and total bliss.
Being around Lloyd's group felt right, after a while. At first he loathed admitting it, even it himself, but Mithos was beginning to like how he didn't feel so miserable anymore.
His contempt for humans was still there, of course, it might always be there--but he was beginning to want to follow Lloyd's ideals. He was beginning to want to give the world another chance.
But... Martel. His sister--what about her? He had been fighting this entire time to bring her back. He couldn't really abandon her like this, could he?
Currently, he was watching all of them. Zelos was being his usual lecherous self, and Mithos couldn't help but snort at that. He wasn't so sure if it was out of disgust anymore, though, and he almost feels sympathetic when Sheena smacked him.
Regal was cooking something for all of them--with his feet, no less. As much as Mithos didn't want to admit it, he found it a bit impressive.
Genis was talking to Presea--or rather, attempting to talk to Presea. As usual, he was stuttering every time a word even attempted to come out of his mouth. Mithos was reminded, in a way, of how Yuan had been toward his sister. Thinking of that makes his stomach turn, though, so he tries not to think about it anymore.
Lloyd was talking to Raine, urging her not to help Regal with the cooking. Mithos laughed, both finding it amusing and relieved that Lloyd was doing so. The professor was far from being a good chef, and her cooking had made even him feel ill before.
Colette walked up to Lloyd after a while, saying something to him. Mithos heard what it was--they were talking about him, how he seemed a little lonely just sitting there on his own.
Mithos wasn't lonely, and he definitely wouldn't be lonely once that blonde chosen became Martel's host. He didn't--
Except when Lloyd and Colette came up and suggested he do something with them, he took their hands with a smile, and for once it was genuine.
"I'd like that," Mithos said, feeling happy when both Lloyd and Colette's faces lit up.
---
[Mithos bolts up, seeming to desperately gasp for air.]
...ridiculous...
[The Dreamberry is recording, isn't it? There's a panicked look on his face before he glares at it and turns it off.]
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Date: 2011-09-02 01:19 pm (UTC)Then we'll start with chocolate, or maybe vanilla. Or maybe both! Everyone likes one of those!
[And there will be future trips, oh yes. Lloyd's now has a personal mission to make sure Mithos tries every flavor of ice cream there is!]
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:25 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 02:56 pm (UTC)Feeling extremely pleased with the way things are turning out, Lloyd leads his friend into the ice cream shop.]
Two ice cream cones, please! One vanilla, one chocolate!
[The vanilla goes to his friend~]
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:58 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 03:02 pm (UTC)Go on, try it!
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Date: 2011-09-02 03:06 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 03:31 pm (UTC)It's going to start melting, so make sure you turn it and lick all the sides before it starts dripping.
[Now he takes a bite. He's got a little time before he has to start worrying about drips.]
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Date: 2011-09-02 03:36 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 11:09 pm (UTC)Try- [snerk] Try taking bites. Once you get it down to the cone, it can't drip.
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Date: 2011-09-02 11:22 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-03 12:04 am (UTC)I didn't- haha -I didn't mean that fast! Just a few small bites at a time!
[Oh, whoops. He needs to pause to catch a drip. Man, he is a drip catching pro. No sticky fingers for him.]
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Date: 2011-09-03 12:13 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-03 12:24 am (UTC)Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it with practice. You might want to take a shower, though.
[A beat. Then he can't resist.]
Unless you want to cut your hair.
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Date: 2011-09-03 02:27 am (UTC)I'll take the shower.
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Date: 2011-09-03 10:51 am (UTC)Lloyd takes a few bites of his ice cream, biting into the cone itself now.]
So, I guess you wanna head back, huh?
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Date: 2011-09-03 10:53 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-03 11:06 am (UTC)[Actually, given Mithos's fail with ice cream thus far, maybe it's a good idea not to eat and walk at the same time. Lloyd is half tempted to rib him with this - and if it had been any of his other friends, he would have. But it might actually be an honest problem for Mithos, so... he'll let up for now.]
You want to sit down?
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:14 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-03 11:24 am (UTC)So... Pretty good, huh?
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:26 am (UTC)Yeah, it is.
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:29 am (UTC)[Yup, still planning on getting Mithos to try all the flavors.]
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:34 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-03 11:46 am (UTC)[Yeah, no, Lloyd doesn't believe that at all. He's going to show Mithos that he needs this, needs people, needs friends who are alive, and that it's fun.]
By the way, you have ice cream on your chin.
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:52 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-03 11:58 am (UTC)There, you got it!
[He's not really paying attention when he takes his next lick, too busy grinning at Mithos. Ffff, just licked his thumb.]
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