news to be dealt with

[coordinated_n]

Mello?

*Knock knock.*

Are you home?

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[yourfinaldeeds]

It's open.

-Mello is sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking. Oh, and a girl again.-

[coordinated_n]

*Near pokes in.*

Are you alright?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-She glances over at the door.-

Peachy. Why?

[coordinated_n]

Mihael says there was a fight.

[yourfinaldeeds]

If someone broke the crybaby's nose again, it wasn't me this time.

-She glances back up at the ceiling, staring blankly.-

[coordinated_n]

Did you hit him?

[yourfinaldeeds]

Not hard.

[coordinated_n]

Mello.

[yourfinaldeeds]

What? He started it.

[coordinated_n]

I don't care who started it. Just please, please try to not kill each other. You'll break my heart.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Why is it I'm the only one who seems to be able to remember that I'm apparently the only Mello around here who hasn't ever killed anyone?

-Exasperated sigh-

[coordinated_n]

You know what I mean. He's talking about another big fight, I really don't want it to happen.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Then you put him on a leash or something. Tell him to quit jumping people in the hallway like a pansyass bitch. Christ.

[coordinated_n]

*Near presses both hands over his face, and forces himself to take several deep breaths.*

[yourfinaldeeds]

-She sighs heavily and glances back over at him again.-

What? What the fuck now?

[coordinated_n]

Something's going to wrong. Someone's going to get hurt.