"Mythen! Are you not able to slow DOWN?!"The Pocky boy was running ahead of his guardian at a pace that the blind Elf couldn't quite keep up with. Crying out in delight, the silver haired little one made his way for a large building. Ah malls, fun things. Nailen's staff tapped about, as he tried to find his way after the little pocky. Slightly nervous, the young, blind man called out again,
"MYTHEN!" Panic colored Nailen's voice as he found his way onto the escalator, his heart beating faster, harder. No....he couldn't have lost Mythen....He couldn't have. Then, a calm voice from beside him started him out of his worry,
"You really need to calm down, Nailen. I'm okay. I just wanted to see what was up here." Mythen grinned.

Nailen let out a slow breath, brushing his own long hair back over his shoulder, blinking once,
"Mythen....you really need to stop running off. I can't see you...and I can't help but worry. You seem to think it's okay to do anything you want....." He heard a snort from the tiny little pocky. It was quite irritating, honestly. Self-Absorbed little snot.....

Now Mythen enjoyed the mall, loved playing on the escalators, finding everything in here way too fascinating. Left and right were a new assortment of items and toys, all just so enticing to wide mirrored eyes. He really didn't care that Nailen was complaining so about his current intrigue in everything around him. The Elf...demon....fallen...thing was always so strange about letting Mythen out on his own, and the petite boy wasn't too fond of that fact....not at all. After all, the only reason to come here was for his own amusement.