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Shun gritted his teeth, hissing at Titus's words. Before he could say anything else, he ended up taking a swift kick to his ribs, knocking him over. Grunting, he slowly rolled over and started to push himself back to his feet. Damn those two. His fists were still clenched tightly as he was dealing with pain from the two kicks, but he was at least standing again.

Turning, he saw where the two retreated, cursing lowly under his breath. Unfortunately, the things Titus said catered to a part of him. Mitsu had talked it away for the most part, but those thoughts had never left him. Was he just setting her up for misery?

Shaking his head to himself, he pressed his way through the crowd, trying to see where Mitsu had run of to. Titus's words echoing in the back of his mind.

After some searching, he found her with Hel. Her face buried in her chest. Frowning at this, he slowly approached, gently but somewhat hesitantly placing a hand onto the wolf's back. His other hand was nursing his ribs a bit where he had been kicked a moment ago.

"Mitsu.." he whispered before glancing to the Valkyrie.

Mitsu stood still as Hel took her face in her hands closing her eyes as the reaper brushed the tears away. "I..I don't want to make things worse." Mitsu admitted placing her own hands over Hel's. "I do appreciate that you would stand up for me but as much as it hurts....they were only words. I...I don't know if they were even true." It was a long story and Mitsu wasn't sure she wanted to recount it just yet.

"S...so just stay with me for now?" Her arms moved back around Hel's waist as Mitsu hugged her again. Ears laid flat she just wanted a moment to remain calm and clear her head. Instead she felt the gentle touch of a hand to her back and the soft utterance of her name. Slowly, if not reluctantly she turned her head to look at Shun tears threatening to spill down her cheeks all over again.

All of a sudden, Mmur was surrounded. He was back home, crouching in the shifting sands as the sunset bathed everything in flame. Sadly, the feeling only lasted a moment, and soon he was back in the warm auditorium, the doot-doots of some peppy music pumping around him instead of the whistle of the wind.

He straightened his knees from their faint crouch and peered at the ghoul's moths appreciatively. "Oh, no," he finally replied. "Not a sir at all." Mmur grinned broadly. "Titles are for Mahir or Salbei or even Priestess Erintis now. I'm just Mmur. I defend. And I've only just arrived." He slowly held up his right hand so as not to disturb the insects there, and opened and closed his clawed fingers as if he was showing off some sort of imaginary webbing between them. "I suppose the punch was enjoyable. Sticky." The horseman glanced around, looking for an unused chair. "Have I missed anything, um, festive? What are proms for? Besides dancing, I mean." He could see they were for dancing and punch all on his own.

“Ah but Mitsu…you being quiet just to try and prevent a conflict is not the answer either if you are suffering…” Aww. It made her heart ache as Mitsu placed her hands over hers, and at the gentle request, Hel knew she wasn’t going anywhere. “…Of course, melbolle.” The reaper returned softly, wrapping her arms back around the Lycan, and petting at her hair gently. As her reaper finally showed up, Hel’s look said where have you been, and what the hell happened? Shun looked a bit roughed up, and he was favoring his ribs…

She kept her arms around Mitsu for the time being though, even when Shun showed up. She wasn’t going to let her go until she wanted her to.

Jericho let out a nervous chuckle at that.

"Not hard to act paranoid and moody when that's all we've been lately.." he said before shaking his head, "It might have chafed a bit but the ride was brief. We're fine."

Shehk stifled a small laugh into the palm of one of her hands. "You've been more than paranoid and moody, Jericho. Don't sell yourself short." He'd been able to run and play with her and Malodore a bit, after all. Even if most of the running had been with her and not Mal.

"That's good. I'd hate for you to have hurt yourself too much over our little games." she smiled. "Though you're a big tough boil. I'm sure if it had been me, my neck would have been snapped." she massaged it. "It isn't pleasant to try and fix that sort of a thing. Head hands all lop-sided for a while..." she tilted her head dramatically to one side for effect.

"I dunno how it is for most undeads, but I kind of...go numb...? When something like that happens? So I can still walk around and stuff, but it becomes exceedingly hard to coordinate my movements and use my fingers and the like."

It was kind of awkward for her to describe, actually.

"It's like all my thoughts take longer to get processed, but I don't turn into a rag doll when it happens."