[Mithos would hold no objections to holing himself up in house 52 and shunning the outside world and its people (especially its people) for as long as deemed fit (a very, very long time), but unfortunately food is a necessity. So here he is, on his way back from the grocery store...
...When he notices a certain girl in the road ahead. He stops short, his footsteps crunching to a halt in the snow.]
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...When he notices a certain girl in the road ahead. He stops short, his footsteps crunching to a halt in the snow.]