WOUNDED I can see Oliver accidentally going to mahito home rather than someone he ACTUALLY trusts LOL WHOOPSIDS
there is something terrible in the downgrade that is a mere apartment in contrast to that of a sunny beach. days like these did mahito woefully miss the warmth of dagons domain expansion, and yet . . .
and yet, there really was not much he could do. roommates were an apparent thing, yet he had reasonable suspicions they had either grown avoidant or alternatively been far too busy. not that it mattered.
THERE COMES A FASCINATION in transfiguration to the weak. offerings of mending broken and bruised bodies into that of abhorrent beasts - gilded with a metaphorical golden touch of mahitos hands. to his dismay does he , temporarily , lack the basics of such an ability.
perhaps that is why he finds himself disinterested in olivers presence. bloodied, bruised, unseemly & injured.
" . . . . " who even was this guy ? mahito stares a moment, as if in mock analysis of injuries , mouth downturned in utter bewilderment. never has he been one to heal unless mandated by heaven itself. ". . . hmmm . . ."
nope, nothing he can do here. not that he was going to help, mahito had no inclination as such, but oliver wasn't even a sufficient body to transfigure for his tests.
"bye !" mahito chirps, shutting the door on him. "man, i sure wish i could've gotten more of that fearful, bleeding-out-stench in here ! buuuut, oh well."
skipping on his heels back to the couch, he switches the television on.