"Surprise, Inferior Being. I bet you thought you've seen the last of me." Get meme'd on, Zelos.
It had been months since he’d seen Mithos, so many that he had begun to wonder where the former leader of Crxuis had managed to spirit himself off to. A sense of guilt nagged at the corners of his mind whenever he thought the blond, but he hadn’t gone out searching for him. Still, there was a slight feeling of relief when he turned up again, Colette’s body still intact and apparently none the worse for the wear.
“What a shame, I was getting used to not replacing my pillows every week. Where the hell have you been hiding?”
“I’ve been busy. Making a very large pillow fort, actually.”
Since Zelos had to bring that up, Mithos reciprocated in kind. Their relationship was always going to be vitriolic, and there was an auspicious lack of concern for when and where he went off too.
“I guess I lost track of that. I’m still inorganic. And time doesn’t have as much meaning after so long. Why do you ask? You certainly don’t care about the answer.”
