Night 53: M31-M40
Sleep came and left Kaworu easily. He couldn't remember most of the time he had spent there in bed, but he acknowledged the absence of experience. Nothing had happened that day. A person had told him to sleep, and laid a hand on his head. He had felt nothing. He only stayed still, and waited for the bleed of identities that did not come. He was
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Or would they? Mello immediately resolved to be on his very worst behavior, come morning. He even considered making a raid on the greenhouse, to be better supplied to that end, but decided against it. Dragging himself and Matt into a replay of the previous night was the last thing he needed to do.
After Vino left, Mello went to the closet to begin his usual routine, and found something there that wasn't usual at all.
Was it real, or just another trick? He reached out and let his fingers brush over the leather almost reverently. It felt real. Why the hell would they give his own clothes back to him?
He wasn't going to question it too deeply, and he was absolutely putting them on, even though those laces were going to be a bitch one-handed. He'd seen other people at night wearing things that were definitely not Landel's-approved, and if there were some trick, well. It fell within his definition of acceptable risk.
Splint, sling, vest, laces, and boots navigated--he noticed his chains were missing, and barely even bothered rolling his eyes over it--Mello decided to leave off his gloves and coat. He had no plans to go outside tonight. He tucked his gun into the back waistband of the pants, where it would actually stay, unlike with those vile sweatpants, and slipped the broken ring onto his good hand, thinking it might become necessary to reset it. A quick check to make sure the torch batteries were still alive, and he headed out.
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