Arthur and Mikhail

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Arthur had eventually fallen asleep again, all but forgetting about that strange door.

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Mikhail sighed in relief when he could go home, he had managed to get even more bruises along with a few cuts throughout the day from fighting and from being an clumsy idiot in general. He walked over to the door and opened it, looking around to see if anyone was around before walking out of the door and heading towards his house.

Arthur suddenly qoke from his doze, a quick look around and he spotted the door from earlier fading away. Looking some more and he spotted Mikhail.
"What the heck were you up to?" Asked Arthur softly, not meaning to be heard.

Mikhail quickly looked up when he heard a voice and his eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean?" He asked, trying to play innocent even though his face said otherwise. There was a bruise blossoming near his jaw and he had a bit of blood running down the side of his face.

Arthur froze when Mikhail saw him. His entire bidy went into a state of panic as he tried to think of a way to respond.

Mikhail looked around nervously, it was the man from last night. What is he doing here? Wait, I forgot, he lives in the woods. Maybe I can let him stay at my house or something?

Arthur watched him warily, carefully, and shakily getting to his feet. dont shift dont shift… the self command reapeated in his head as he tried to slowly inch away.

"Y-You look horrible, do you want to stay at my house?" Mikhail blurted out, almost instantly regretting it. Someone stab me in the face.

Arthur still didn't answer. Since he was too focused on getting away. Inching a little further away from the tree he suddenly bolted, running as fast as he could, (which wasn't very fast since he was constantly tripping and stumbling over tree roots and such, plus his own feet)

Mikhail was a bit confused but walked after him, steadily picking up his pace. "Hey!"

Arthur picked up the pace, nearly running into 3 separate trees in successive order.

Mikhail ran past the trees and kept following him. "At least answer my question!"

Arthur noped out of that, and promptly bounced off a tree, then manged to trip and fall flat on his face in the dirt. Groaning he tried to get back to his feet, surprisingly he was a little out of breath too.

Mikhail quickly stopped running when Arthur fell down, he bent down and held out his hand for Arthur. "You okay?"

Arthur flinched away, trying to get to his feet but he was shaking so much he slipped on the mossy roots.

Mikhail quickly grabbed his arm and so he didn't slip and fall again. "Seriously, answer me, are you okay?"

Arthur tensed at the touch.. "I..im fine…." he said it shakily sitting up nervously, his face pale.
I cant even manage human contact anymore….

"You don't look okay, do you want to clean up at my house?" Mikhail asked, wiping off a bit of the blood from before.

"I….just.." Arthur tried to shake Mikhail's grip off of him, tensing even more by the second. He couldn't bring himself to meet Mikhail's eyes.

Mikhail looked even more worried. "What's wrong?"

"Everything……" said Arthur softly… his voice all but panicked as he tried to calm down.

"What do you mean?" Mikhail asked gently, not sure what to do.

"Just…everything…." he shuddered as more memories washdd over him. Closing his eyes he tried to make it stop but tears came instead as he started to have a mental breakdown.

Mikhail put a hand on Arthur's back and smiled warmly at him. "It's okay." He muttered, still not having a clue of what he was supposed to do.

Arthur broke at that point, burying his face in Mikhails shoulder as he broke down in shaking tears.

Mikhail gently rubbed his back as he hugged Arthur, murmuring every now and then. "It's okay, I'm right here."

Arthur both tensed and melted into it, unsure of how else to act as he had already snapped.

Mikhail wasn't sure what he was doing either, but he kept doing what he was doing.

Arthur finally calmed himself, pulling away his face was flushed with embarrassment. "I I'm sorry about that….." he said softly… trying not to make rhis any weirder.