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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[near_your_enemy]

N takes one step into the room and quickly regrets it, his eyes narrowing quickly at the sight of the Mello. He remembers him (or, to be precise, his body with Near's mind) from the horror room, and it was doubtless that Mello would still be angry about it. However, N was in a perculiar mood, and definitely not one to pick a fight at the moment.

So, he slips the rest of the way into the kitchen, absently speaking as he weaves fingers through his hair.

"...looking for something?"

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello snaps without looking up to see who asked:- None of your fucking business. -He slams another cabinet shut, then glances over at N, annoyed. His eyes narrow dangerously.-

Oh, it's you. Say, don't I owe you a neck-snapping or something? You little shit.

[near_your_enemy]

He raises an eyebrow in vague bemusement, before shrugging somewhat as he glanced in one of the cupboards. N looked like complete hell (much like everyone else in this godforsaken hellhole)--his skin was tilted green, his left hand was completely bandaged up, and the green was starting to tint at the whites of his eyes. If one looked close enough, they would be able to tell that his hands held a slight tremor.

"...You're welcome to try, Mello. However, I would reccomend that you sit down before you have an aneurism."

[yourfinaldeeds]

Aww, that's sweet, really - you caring about my health and all. Kinda funny, though, considering you tried to kill me. You have a change of heart after failing so fucking miserably, Near?

[near_your_enemy]

His jaw tightened dangerously at the name, eyes narrowing towards the cupboards, but he didn't turn and look back.

"...If I wanted to kill you, rest assured that you would be dead by now, Mihael."

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello grabs a small white unplugged toaster from the countertop and hurls it at N.-

I told you, moron - don't ever fucking call me that. Christ, I think you're the stupidest one out of all of them.

[near_your_enemy]

He sees the object sailing through the air and spins immediately, aiming to knock it aside with his already injured hand, only to hit it with his wrist instead of his palm. Thankfully though, after absorbing the shock of the impact, his wrist went back to being almost completely numb, so the only real pain was at the initial contact.

Still, he might have sprained it or something. Lovely. Cringing inwardly as the item smashed to the floor, he let out an annoyed sigh and turned back to the cupboard, almost unfazed by the sudden show of agression.

"...You--thinking? That would be a first. Honestly, Mello, you're too predictable."

[yourfinaldeeds]

Predictable, huh? Well, I guess I'll take that over being wrong - or a fucking idiot.

-He pulls a heavy mug out of the nearby cabinet and hurls that at N next.-

[near_your_enemy]

"I'm not--"

And then the mug hits his shoulder and almost knocks him down, the ceramic shattering against the floor. His eyes glitter with hatred at that point, and he uses the momentum from the mug hitting him to sink down to a crouched position on the cold tile, eyes focused on Mello.

"I would advise you to leave, before someone gets hurt."

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello laughs, crossing his arms against his chest.-

Are you actually trying to threaten me, kid? That's fucking priceless. You couldn't even kill me when I was all blind and tiny and drunk, what makes you think -

Mello breaks into a fit of violent coughing in lieu of finishing his sentence.-

[near_your_enemy]

He busies his hands by picking up the broken ceramic from the mug, taking slow breaths in order to calm himself.

"...If I wanted to kill you then, I could have. You weren't my target." N murmurs softly, before raising an eyebrow at the coughing. "Besides, I doubt you could follow up on any threat you, make in that condition."

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello chokes out words between coughs:-

Doubt it, kid. -cough- You're so fucking -cough- ... weak and pathetic -cough- ... a total failure -cough- ...

And my "condition" is -cough- ... none of your -cough- ... goddamn business.

[near_your_enemy]

Chuckling somewhat in amusement at the retorts, he finished picking up the larger pieces and dumped them into the trash.

"On second thought, you shouldn't get some rest." He shrugs somewhat. "It would be so much more amusing to watch you die because you're too idiotic to take care of yourself."

[yourfinaldeeds]

I'm not -cough- ... going to die, you -cough- ... fucking moron.

[near_your_enemy]

Moving back towards the tile center of the room, N slides down in order to sit comfortably on the floor with the small box of crackers that he'd gotten earlier.

"And deny me the pleasure of watching you waste away out of spite? Even Mello isn't that cruel." He murmurs sarcastically, before popping the first cracker into his mouth with a small smile.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello is too busy coughing to come up with a witty reply for that.-