I'm in a mood for total war.
-There is a Mello in the kitchen, and anyone who has ever met this particular Mello will recognize that he is even more on edge than usual - which is saying a lot, actually. Right now, he is busy opening various cupboards and drawers and slamming them shut again, muttering angrily under his breath. He can't even remember why he came in here in the first place, but he's fuming about something. Maybe it's the fact that the rash that suddenly appeared on the right side of his face a day or so ago has gone from being merely itchy and red to painful and slightly green. Maybe it's the fact that he's been seeing things and can't quite decide whether they're real, or a lingering effect of his recent concussion, or merely a product of the mansion's twisted sense of humor.
All Mello really knows is that he's in the mood to pick a fight with someone - the blind Near, most likely, and he can't do that, because Near is dead. He opens one more cupboard, glares inside, and then slams it shut again with enough force to send the door bouncing back open again. He sighs loudly, exasperated.-
... Can't fucking find anything in this goddamn shithole. Christ.
[[And the haunting plot continues - stop by the kitchen for some haunting-induced verbal abuse from Jerkface Mello! And don't worry - Mello may be looking to pick a fight, but he won't get physical without explicit mun permission. :D]]
All Mello really knows is that he's in the mood to pick a fight with someone - the blind Near, most likely, and he can't do that, because Near is dead. He opens one more cupboard, glares inside, and then slams it shut again with enough force to send the door bouncing back open again. He sighs loudly, exasperated.-
... Can't fucking find anything in this goddamn shithole. Christ.
[[And the haunting plot continues - stop by the kitchen for some haunting-induced verbal abuse from Jerkface Mello! And don't worry - Mello may be looking to pick a fight, but he won't get physical without explicit mun permission. :D]]