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[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay is sitting on a couch in the main room, still looking tired and a little pale but not near death like he was when he was dragged in from the front stairs. So he's easily found by any aquaintences who want to check up on him.

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[tomboy_22]

Anita probably has been prowling around looking for him, espescially if she went back to his room not to find him. Only acquaintances, but she has an over-developped sense of responsibility.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay's also more used to having people who'd rather like to slit his throat than friends, especially nowadays. He raises a hand in greeting when he sees Nita.

[tomboy_22]

"Hey you." She strides over. "You escaped the bed. Grats."

[milly_the_fox]

"Yeah." He lifts the cane. "Felix brought me some help." Otherwise he probably wouldn't have, with the abuse his leg has taken since he got here.

[skewedeyes]

Well, Felix wasn't precisely looking for him. But he's had a lot to think about and he's not in a good mood, his wrist is sore and he wants a drink but on the other hand he kind of - doesn't. So he is, almost, and it's not entirely accident that he's hovering awkwardly in the doorway looking at Mildmay and trying to be inconspicuous. He's bad at it.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay sees he's there but attempts to look like he doesn't, in case Felix would rather sneak away quietly before they have to talk. But he's watching, on the edge of his vision and without looking like he is. A skill from his assassin and burglary days.

[skewedeyes]

Felix just hovers, not quite wanting to make a first move but not quite wanting to leave, either. Just - awkwarding. A lot.

[milly_the_fox]

When he dosn't immediately leave, Mildmay turns his head to look at him straight on. "Hi."