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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[deathdefiance]

"Mello, might I kindly request you refrain from using such crude language?" The kitchen seems to be the resident meeting place.

"What might you be looking for? Perhaps I can help."

[yourfinaldeeds]

If you don't like how I talk, then fucking leave already. Nobody asked you.

-Mello doesn't even look up at Nathalie. It wouldn't make a difference; he's pretty far gone already. He slams another cabinet shut and slowly flexes and unflexes his right hand. It's been tingling off and on, like he'd fallen asleep on it, and it's just getting worse as the day drags on.-

[deathdefiance]

She flinches visibly, and turns after briefly hesitating. "Another time, then."

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello scoffs.-

Sure. See you around - if you're not too busy running around with everyone else.

[deathdefiance]

"You are the only person I keep in contact with here, Mello," she remarks, though Mello may or may not have heard because she's turned away, and now walking.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Oh, sure - you really expect me to believe that? What kind of fucking moron do you think I am, anyway?

-He yanks another cabinet open and slams it almost immediately shut, not even really looking inside.-

[deathdefiance]

Nathalie pauses at that, and leans over her shoulder to address him. "No, I don't." Then she turns once again, refusing to let him see just how much his words are getting to her.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Sure you don't. -He slams one more cabinet door shut, then moves to yank on a drawer instead. The drawer gets stuck about halfway out, and Mello tugs harder on it, rattling the silverware inside.-

Mello's too dumb to get it. Bet you weren't thinking that, either.

[deathdefiance]

"Mello knows me quite well," she remarks, and yes there might be a little sting and sarcasm in her voice, but she's really trying to cover up the sudden wave of nausea.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Smirk-

I keep telling you, babe. Nobody -

-Mello breaks into a sudden fit of coughing, suddenly dizzy.-

[deathdefiance]

The coughing goes unnoticed to her, some cruel part in her mind actually wanting him to hurt just a little. "Yes?"

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello is too busy coughing for words, now. Something like blood comes up out of his lungs, and he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. The smeared residue is sticky and green. Mello gasps to catch his breath, staring at the back of his hand.-

Fuck -

-He breaks into another fit of coughing, even harder than before.-

[deathdefiance]

Nathalie watches him, and debates quickly with herself before approaching. He's not choking, nor does he appear to need help - just a cough, after all, and there's really nothing you can do for that - but when she spots the green mucus-like substance, she quickly moves to the sink to prepare a glass of water for him.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-And Mello continues coughing harder, spitting up more green ooze into his sleeve. Peachy.-

[deathdefiance]

She gets the water and grabs a cloth, pressing the washclosth into his hand but keeping the glass away until he can breath properly. Hesitantly, she places her hand on his back, soothingly.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello takes the washcloth but shrugs away from Nathalie's hand, still coughing.-

Don't -cough- ... don't -cough- ... touch me.