escalation

[remem_b_er]

Now, don't look if you're squeamish, but

There's a body in the kitchen. It's skin is translucent, except the patches covered in the oozing, green rash. Pus has crusted on what remains of it's clothes. One half of the forehead and the jaw have caved in, green and oozing and unable to hold up to whatever pressure was put on them when the body fell.

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[gunsnrosaries]

(Aaaaand there goes little Mello, running of the kitchen screaming. Poor kid will be traumatized for days.)

[ijk_mno]

Mello!

*This isn't good.*

Mello, stop. What's wrong?

[gunsnrosaries]

B-b-body! K-k-kitchen, th-there's--!

(He's shaking, covering his eyes with his hands.)

[ijk_mno]

It's alright, you're safe, I promise.

*He snags him for a hug.*

[gunsnrosaries]

F-first th-the chocolate a-a-and now th-the body and--!

(He wails, accepting the hug, and burying his face in L's shoulder.)

[ijk_mno]

Shh, *L urges,* shh, shh. You're safe.

[gunsnrosaries]

I-I... I--

(He cries into L's shoulder, hugging him tightly, but he's gradually calming down, hiccuping every once in a while.)

[ijk_mno]

Come on. I'm going to take you to my room. You can sleep there for a little. *L scoops him up, it isn't hard.*

Matt will be there, he can tell you all about his video games. You'll be safe, we won't leave you alone.

[gunsnrosaries]

O-okay...

(That's all he can say, really. He sniffles, clinging to L, and buries his face in his shirt.)

[gamerspy]

*Speak of the devil! Matt appears around a corner, reading and smoking as he walks. He was heading for the kitchen to get some soda, but some people have all the luck.*

L? ... is that Mello?

[ijk_mno]

Matt, don't go to the kitchen. Help me take him back with us.

[gamerspy]

What happened? *stubbing out his cigarette, since smoking around kids is probably wrong.*

You okay, kid?

[gunsnrosaries]

N-n-nooo...!

(He's a little traumatized, and he breaks into small sobs again, clinging to L.)

[ijk_mno]

There's a body in the kitchen, *just murmured* and he walked in on it. I've told him he can stay with us until he feels better.

[gamerspy]

*As quietly* A body? Jesus Christ...

*He glances uncertainly at Mello - he likes kids, but they're not his strong point, especially not while crying.* Uh. Mello, right? We'll go back to our room, make sure you're okay, and the minute you want chocolate or whatever just tell one of us, right?