Don't Fear The Reaper
WHO: Duo, Mello 8|
WHERE: Mello's place
WHEN: Friday, January 30th- midnightish
SUMMARY: How do you apologize to a guy you scythed in half?
WARNINGS: Violence, language, Mello.
FORMAT: Quickpara I guess idk
COMPLETE
He saw the security systems Mello had set up; he probably could have dodged them, or at least shut them down, if he'd really wanted to. But honestly, sneaking around Mello like that was the last thing Duo wanted to do after what he'd done to the poor guy. It was best to be as open and honest as possible if he was going to do this.
Finally pushed to get his ass out of the church he'd been stewing around in for the past week, he walked the familiar route to Mello's home, entering through the front door- completely open, uncloaked once he entered the shop- he stood in the front entrance, looking around to find Mello. Was he upstairs in the living area...? Climbing the stairs, he looked around at the living room.
Ah.
He looked okay- alive and well, no bandages or casts or IV hookups to be seen. He sighed with relief. The last thing Duo remembered, the last time he'd seen him... he didn't want to think about it. This was the hard part. Staring down at the floor sorta as the shame came crawling back into him, he tried to smile, a sad look in his eyes. He'd almost killed him. His friend, whether Mello accepted that friendship or not, and a good comrade. He had hoped that Mello wouldn't harbor anything too sincere against him, but he was expecting the worst.
What to say? 'Hi, sorry I shoved a metal blade into your ribcage', while accurate, didn't seem like the best idea. He was indecisive, pausing for a moment after opening his mouth, closing it, opening it again, and then simply mumbling with a guilt-ridden and forced smile, "Hey..."
WHERE: Mello's place
WHEN: Friday, January 30th- midnightish
SUMMARY: How do you apologize to a guy you scythed in half?
WARNINGS: Violence, language, Mello.
FORMAT: Quickpara I guess idk
COMPLETE
He saw the security systems Mello had set up; he probably could have dodged them, or at least shut them down, if he'd really wanted to. But honestly, sneaking around Mello like that was the last thing Duo wanted to do after what he'd done to the poor guy. It was best to be as open and honest as possible if he was going to do this.
Finally pushed to get his ass out of the church he'd been stewing around in for the past week, he walked the familiar route to Mello's home, entering through the front door- completely open, uncloaked once he entered the shop- he stood in the front entrance, looking around to find Mello. Was he upstairs in the living area...? Climbing the stairs, he looked around at the living room.
Ah.
He looked okay- alive and well, no bandages or casts or IV hookups to be seen. He sighed with relief. The last thing Duo remembered, the last time he'd seen him... he didn't want to think about it. This was the hard part. Staring down at the floor sorta as the shame came crawling back into him, he tried to smile, a sad look in his eyes. He'd almost killed him. His friend, whether Mello accepted that friendship or not, and a good comrade. He had hoped that Mello wouldn't harbor anything too sincere against him, but he was expecting the worst.
What to say? 'Hi, sorry I shoved a metal blade into your ribcage', while accurate, didn't seem like the best idea. He was indecisive, pausing for a moment after opening his mouth, closing it, opening it again, and then simply mumbling with a guilt-ridden and forced smile, "Hey..."