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[coordinated_n]

So, Mello's gone. Lost. Not his any more.

Near is sitting on the kitchen floor, in a bit of a state of shock.

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[near_your_enemy]

N stands in the doorway for maybe a minute, just watching. Animal crackers could wait. Milk could wait. It had been too long, and not long enough since he'd last seen Near--N wasn't exactly keen on trying it again. And yet--

And yet.

"What the hell are you doing on the floor?" It comes out as a sneer--good. He likes it that way.

[coordinated_n]

"Is that you, N?"

[near_your_enemy]

"You expected anyone else?" He moves quickly into the kitchen, sighing at his luck, before trying to crawl up onto the counter again for his animal crackers.

[coordinated_n]

"Not really. It's almost always you, isn't that strange?"

[near_your_enemy]

"What do you mean?"

[coordinated_n]

"Whenever I'm upset in a kitchen, you're the one that finds me. You or Mello."

[near_your_enemy]

"Yeah. It's because I do this thing called eating, and you're always moping in here anyway."

[coordinated_n]

"N."

He sets his chin on one knee.

[near_your_enemy]

"Yes?"

Getting the animal crackers down and slipping off of the counter.

[coordinated_n]

"Do you want the rest of my toast?"

[near_your_enemy]

"...no."

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "I've got animal crackers."

[coordinated_n]

"Can I have one?"

[near_your_enemy]

"You're going to have to stand up first."

[coordinated_n]

"Mello has had his memories erased."

[near_your_enemy]

"Too bad. Are you standing up or not?"

[coordinated_n]

Near stands up, legs shaking.