and falling

[remem_b_er]

*Suddenly, where there wasn't one a moment ago, a man is standing. A B, specifically, though dressed in an off-green prisoner's uniform, with dirt under his fingernails, and with a certain gauntness to his face. He takes in his surroundings with a lazy expression, then frowns like something has occured to him

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[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello is on his way back from the bar; his face is still bruised and swollen, no surprise there. He stops and glances at B disdainfully.-

Oh it's you - creeping around as usual, I see. Christ, don't you have a life?

Oh. No, I guess you don't.

[remem_b_er]

*B laughs at that, and it echoes.*

Who are you? Aren't you snide.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello smirks at him.-

Snide's my middle name.

You can call me Mello - not that I want you to or anything; even if you're not the same creepy stalking motherfucker I know, I'd just as soon you stay the fuck away from me.

[remem_b_er]

I'm not the same creepy stalking motherfucker you know.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Glad we got that cleared up, then.

[remem_b_er]

Isn't it nice?

[yourfinaldeeds]

... If you say so.

[remem_b_er]

Harmonic, even.

[yourfinaldeeds]

"Harmonic?" Man, you really are a fucking freak all around, aren't you?

[remem_b_er]

Do you speak like this to everyone?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Nod-

Sorry to disappoint. You are not a special snowflake. Especially not around here.

[remem_b_er]

Perfect.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Guess so.

[remem_b_er]

You need not guess. I'm telling you.

People need to be told these things.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Telling me what, you fucking freak?

[remem_b_er]

That it's perfect.