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*Near pushes open the door to his room, but he's misjudged, again. He figures this out when instead of his bed, he finds... foliage

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[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello is just making one of his daily trips to the kitchen for ice. Really, he knows where the room is. This isn't it. He stops in his tracks, staring.-

... The fuck?

[reprism]

Garden. Come on, surely you've encountered stranger here. You look... better.

[yourfinaldeeds]

...

[reprism]

Oh, is it a staring contest? [eyeroll.] Are you going to avoid me now or something? Should I... insult you some more to return things to normal between us?

[yourfinaldeeds]

Couldn't hurt. Bitchface.

[reprism]

He speaks! [delighted tone.] So have you abandoned anybody else to die lately?

[yourfinaldeeds]

Not yet. But, you know, the day's not over.

You talk anyone to death lately?

[reprism]

Technically, we don't know when the day's over around here.

I kind of chatted the ear off one of the Nears a while ago, yeah. Why, you jealous?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello smirks, ignoring the crack about jealousy.-

Wasn't that evil motherfucker Near, was it? What do they call him - Kira? 'Cause he might just be trying to compare notes with you.

I hear in some places, you're not such a Boy Scout after all, Light.

[reprism]

No, it was the bartender Near. [placidly, ignoring the rest of Mello's words.]

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mock horror-

Oh no, you were in the bar? Whatever will Mommy and Daddy think about that?

[reprism]

[raises eyebrows.] You have an incredibly distorted view of me sometimes.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Or maybe you're not as deep and mysterious as you'd like to think you are, kid.

[reprism]

What? [he sounds amused.] What does that have to do with anything?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Smirks-

Maybe you're not as smart as you'd like to think you are, either.

[reprism]

You know? I'm not the one who goes around talking about how smart I am all the time. I'm not the one who goes around talking about how deep and mysterious I am. [shakes his head.] So I have to understand every cryptic statement thrown my way? Says who? I never said I could. I say you have a distorted view of me, you say I'm not as deep as I think I am... what I was telling you in the first place, Mello, was that I am not against alcohol. I do, in fact, drink occasionally myself - when in regions where I'm old enough to legally do so, so generally out of the United States. What "mommy and daddy would think" is immaterial to me. It amuses me a little bit that you really think of me as so straight-laced. Where does the not-as-deep-as-I-think-I-am bit come from?