I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
Mithllo woke from what felt like the strangest sleep he's ever experienced. He barely remembered what had happened the previous night, he groaned lightly as he pressed his aching head against the edge of his hand. Mithllo tried to put all of the pieces back together, in the hopes of making sense of it.
He remembered talking with Rhys and spending a lot of time with her that filled his stomach with butterflies. Under normal circumstances that would be something he'd be celebrating but combined with the headache from hell he almost fell off the table he woke on with another low groan. Not now butterflies, I'll enjoy the flutters later but not now. I don't want to make a mess of the nice carpet.
He tried to grab at the blurrier pieces of his memory; there was a road trip, some kind of party or social gathering with the most beautiful artwork he had ever seen. Some drinks that had a scent that reminded him of Rhys, everything after the first drink was lost to darkness and the pounding in his head.
Mithllo tilted forward and fell off the table, landing on the ground hitting his head against it with a light thud which didn't help. Another groan escaped him, slightly louder than the others as he held his aching head in both hands sitting upright. His pale hand combed through his long dark hair as it spilled around him like water, his dark eyes blinking the stars from his vision.
"My head is killing me, and I have the strangest craving for Honeydew."
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I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: Rhys' Apartment
Thoughts: Ugh, my head is killing me.
Company:
OOC: Poor Mith, don't abandon him Rhys.
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