I'm in a mood for total war.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-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

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[misamisal]

::she hears the shout from Mello from the hallway just outside the kitchen. She sighs, wondering what she's about to get into and steps into the room, almost curled into herself. The irises of her eyes are now different shades of green instead of their normal color and her right arm, from the middle of the forearm down is greener, her index finger and thumb a dark green. She speaks quietly, hesitantly::

Ar-are you looking for chocolate?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello glares at her, annoyed with the interruption.-

Why the fuck would I be doing that?

[misamisal]

::she flinches, as if he had pinched her without warning, but she hopes he didn't notice. But then she see's his face, notes the greenish cast and realizes hes sick as well::
I...I just thought, because a lot of the Mellos like chocolate a lot and...if you ever want some, there's usually a stash in that cupboard, over there. ::she points the cabinet nearest the refridgerator::

[yourfinaldeeds]

Well hey, don't think too hard - you wouldn't want to break anything in that tiny little head of yours, would you?

-Pause-

On second thought, how 'bout you shut the fuck up and mind your own goddamn business? Christ. Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, showing up where you're not fucking wanted.

-Mello yanks another cupboard open.-

[misamisal]

::she rather surprised, and she's on edge anyway from this passed week. She responds in a low tone, her eyes narrowing::
This is only the second time we've spoken. I think that's hardly enough time for you to say I stick my nose in other peoples business.
::she stalks over to the fridge and begins loading up a tray to back to L's room::

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello scoffs.-

Don't have to talk to you to know what you're like, Princess. You're so fucking transparent, it's obvious.

-He slams the cupboard shut again, and moves to a drawer just beneath the counter. The drawer sticks, and he pulls harder, but it doesn't budge except to rattle the silverware inside.-

[misamisal]

::she states it bluntly::
You're lying. You know next to nothing about who I am. ::she sighs unhappily::

((ooc:AWESOME SAUCE. I love your Mello so much! XD))

[yourfinaldeeds]

I don't lie, Princess. And I don't have to know - I can guess just from looking at you how fucking pathetic you are.

-Another frustrated tug on the drawer, which again does not budge.-

[[:D &hearts]]

[misamisal]

::that sets her off. Suddenly, she picks up one of the glasses that happens to be near her and hurls it ar the wall and it shatters with as loud crash and tinkling noise. Angry tears begin streaming down her face and she looks over her sholder at him, her eyes flaming, teeth gritted::
You have NO IDEA what's happening right now! I can only guess something terrible has been happening with you as well, but for FUCKS SAKE, show a little compassion!
::she turns back to preparing the food, quietly trying to hold back her hard, angry sobs, her sholders hunched up to her ears as she begins to pile sweet things on the plate, all of L's favorites::

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello snickers, cruelly.-

Damn, Princess. That time of the month already? I knew you were all unstable and shit, but, uh, let me ask you - have you considered seeking professional help? Clearly, you need it.

[misamisal]

::she cries a little harder, but it's quiet and pitiful, like a child. It's true, she can be rather unstable, and all the times she tries to do away with herself crosses her mind, but those don't really matter at the moment. What matters is what's happening to L. She doesn't look at him, but she speaks quietly::

I'm unstable because L may be dying. How would you be if the person you loved was in that situation?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello smirks at her.-

See, I cleverly avoid things like that by not giving a shit. Maybe you oughta look into it sometime. Might help with you being all weak and pathetic and shit.

[misamisal]

::she finishes fixing up the tray and turns to him::

Not giving a shit and hiding one's feelings are two different things. Those who hide their feelings are the weaks ones, because they can't even admit how they feel to themselves, let along others.

::with that, she turns and walks from the room::

((ooc: S-S-S-SNAAAP! XD))

[yourfinaldeeds]

-He calls after her:-

Good thing I just told you I don't give a shit, huh?

-He breaks into a small fit of sudden coughing.-

[misamisal]

::she calls back:: You're a bad liar, and take it easy, you need rest!
::somehow, even while she's in a fight, she finds a way to show she cares for the persons well being::

[yourfinaldeeds]

Not lying, bitch. Wake the fuck up.