How do you solve a problem like a Miha?

[coordinated_n]

Mihael? Are you home?

*Poking into the room he hasn't actually been sharing with them since the friday conversation with A- after which this thread occurs.*

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[coordinated_n]

Better not. *Eyes closing.* Can I rest?

[coordinated_n]

Wake me up before too long.

[coordinated_n]

Thank you, Mihael.

[near_your_enemy]

The door to the bathroom opens, and out comes a soggy N--clothes all in place, but doing up the top button and looking down to it, lips pursed in concentration as he tried to manipulate his wet fingers to get it done up.

"Mihael, I--"

It was then, of course, that he looks up. And freezes.

The look on his face isn't quite horror. If one would have to choose, it would probably be a mixture of anger, disgust, shock, and maybe an underlying jealousy. A lot to fit in, but he's blinking, unsure of what to do now. His hands fall down to his sides, and the top button remains undone.

[coordinated_n]

N. Come sit with us.

[near_your_enemy]

He's still not sure what to make of this. But there's not way in hell he's going to go over there. He glares, then looks apprehensive, then just gives up, because he doesn't know what he's feeling in response to this, and his heart is thudding hard and loud in his chest.

"...I should go." Away. Far away.

[coordinated_n]

You should stay, in fact.

[near_your_enemy]

"No."

Oooh, hell no.

"There's no reason for me to." He finally decides on an angry scowl, though the waver in his voice gives him away. "It's hardly my room anymore, anyway."

[coordinated_n]

Of course there's reason to. Mihael is comfortable.

[near_your_enemy]

He crosses his arms.

"It doesn't matter. I told you I wasn't going to be a part of your big happy family. So, you bring them over here anyway. Well, fine. But don't expect me to be a part of it."