Kira Near is Not Amused.

[near_your_enemy]

There is a Near in the kitchen, and he is not amused.

Thankfully, the kitchen which has been cleared of all mystifying green decomposing bodies as well as passed-out sick people.

But he still isn't amused.  Perhaps it's due to the faint green tinge to his skin, or even the small cough that he's trying to fight off.  In any case, there's soup in a pot

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[near_your_enemy]

His gaze slides up from where he'd been shifting a soldier to get into some formation or another, watching Mihael as he moved about. When N finally was noticed, he simply gave a quiet shrug, gaze returning to the figurine in his hands.

"So it would seem."

[near_your_enemy]

He doesn't look up at the words, but the slight tension is easy to see in his back. He'd been hoping that Mihael would just leave. His hand twitches and the action figure clatters to the floor.

N stares at it for a moment, gaze flickering over to his hand, before picking it up again.

"Nothing. Just eating." He gives a faint nod, indicating towards the small pot of soup on the stove.

[underworld_m]

Good evening, Nate. You're looking well. [He seems awfully cheerful today.]

[near_your_enemy]

He scowls up toward the demon Mello, and finds it awfully hard to hold his tongue. But he tries anyway, rolling his eyes lightly, and turning his gaze back to the toy in his hands.

"Right."

[underworld_m]

You don't seem awfully talkative. Was it something I said?

[near_your_enemy]

He keeps his gaze on the floor, taking a small breath and forcing himself to calm down. He didn't know why he was so agitated lately. It was ridiculous.

"Rather, something you didn't say."

[gamerspy]

*Matt doesn't know anything about Kira-Near, and it's obviously not something that would immediately occur to him. He does notice the greenish tinge, though.*

... fuck, man. You're sick too?

[near_your_enemy]

He looks up with a faint bit of surprise--he hasn't run into too many Matts, so it's still an odd experience.

"...apparently. It seems to be spreading."

[gamerspy]

It's contagious?

*If so, he and L are probably screwed anyway. After a long pause he sits down.*

This place is getting beyond a joke. Mind if I smoke?

[near_your_enemy]

His gaze flickers up from the floor as Matt sits. "I'm going through the proper methods of sterilization, there is no need to worry." He nods up towards some antibacterial wipes on the countertop. Everything he's touched in the kitchen, he's gone over with them.

"...and I don't care. Though I would prefer you kept on that side of the room if you did."

[gunsnrosaries]

(He's not really paying attention to anyone in the room, really. He looks like he's following something, eyes fixed on the empty air. He's got a determined look on his face, like he's trying to do something important. He walks right into the kitchen, ignoring everyone else, and then stops in the middle, hands on his hips.)

You said there would be chocolate in here, mister.
I don't see no chocolate.

(And... he's talking to nothing, it seems.)

[near_your_enemy]

He glances up, disinterested.

"Don't step on the medic." N murmurs quietly, nodding towards the figure of a military medical officer near the little Mello's feet.

"And I said no such thing."

[gunsnrosaries]

What? No, I'm not talkin' ta ya.
Shuddap, Near-face.

(He rolls his eyes, and looks over at the empty space again.)

Ya jerk.

[near_your_enemy]

He looks perplexed for a moment, glancing up towards the empty space which Mello was talking too.

"Don't call me that." He murmurs uselessly. "...and don't step on the medic."

[tickle_me_el]

[Elle doesn't look surprised to see the subdued green across Near's skin, but he isn't pleased, either. He makes his way over to him.]

You're unwell?

[near_your_enemy]

N's gaze flits up, looking mildly alarmed at the sight of an L, but he subdues it quickly and shrugs.

"In a manner of speaking."

[tickle_me_el]

[Elle isn't sure if he's imagining the look that crosses the Near's face, but he keeps his face impassive and nods.]

How is that?

[near_your_enemy]

In any case, he's already looking back down to his toys, shrugging somewhat at the question.

" 'Unwell' is not a good word to describe this. I'm unsure if it is actually a 'sickness' either. Physically, mentally, yes. But it's different than a normal sickness--surely, you've realized by now."