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[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello, clad in his best black vinyl club-going outfit, bursts through a nearby door. He's assuming this is the familiar territory of the dorm, and not really paying attention to details - not initially, anyway. He shouts, in exasperated tone:

... Oi, Near! Come on already, we're supposed to -

-He stops, midsentence, and whips off his

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[yourfinaldeeds]

-Stares ... at himself? No, that's impossible. Not in THAT outfit, anyway.-

I am gonna fuckin' throttle Diego if he sold me some wonky shit.

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-Blinks. His hallucination is now speaking to him ... in a weird accent, no less. Yep, Diego is definitely due for a throttling next time Mello sees him.-

He's Mexican.

[reprism]

[steps out from one of the rooms opening onto the hallway - the one he has claimed as his bedroom. temporary bedroom, he has been telling himself, although he knows it may not necessarily be so temporary. having overheard Mello's tirade from inside, he shuts the door behind him and leans back against the wall of the hallway, arms akimbo, eyebrows raised.]

Haven't you heard? She's a wizard. Just did a bit of reality-altering, that kind of stuff.

[has a suspicion that this is the same Mello from his world, but waits to see the reaction to the pronoun first, for a start.]

[yourfinaldeeds]

-The fact that he isn't where he thought he should be hasn't quite yet hit Mello, so he merely glares at this all-too-familiar face.-

Oh, that's hilarious, Yagami. -Gives a little mock-laugh. The fuck are you doing here, anyway? Don't you have a Boy Scout meeting or something?

[reprism]

... you are one of the most singularly unobservant people I have ever met. Does this look like where you just were to you? Does this look like something that Near could ever do to your room short of a complete renovation of the entire dorm building? Does this even look like a room?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Eyeroll-

Yeah, well, you're a whiny pansyass loser, so -shrugs- whatcha gonna do?

-Conveniently, he decides to ignore the rest of Light's questions.-

[mylittleenigma]

-She's walking down the hall, completely oblivious as she has her headphones on, turned up to maximum level. They are hooked into her MP3 player. The song that's playing is Scene For Dummies by Hollywood Undead.-

Fuck that, put it on your homepage and be the coolest kid on fuckin' myspace..

-She sings softly, amused as she starts to walk on by. She doesn't even notice Mello as he stands in the hallway. Mind too focused on the music. Damn her band needs to tour with these guys sooner or later. That would be amazing. They're really great and have just as weird of humor as her band members do. She keeps walking as the song ends after a while and ends up almost walking past Mello.-

[yourfinaldeeds]

-He reaches out and grabs her arm as she walks on by.-

Oi, NAT. You just fuckin' ignore me now?

[mylittleenigma]

-Her eyes widen slightly when she's grabbed and she blinks, thinking that it's someone else for a moment.-

Hey you son of a bitch I'm gonna...!

-She stops instantly when she realizes that it's indeed the Mello from her world. Her eyes widen even more and her mouth drops open. She quickly takes off the headphones, letting them hang around her neck.-

What...how...I..you...

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Smirks, pleased at momentarily having the upper hand - or so he thinks, anyway.-

You keep talking about my mom like that, I'm gonna tell on you.

[cottonballhead]

-was walking to his room, having gotten a few snacks from the kitchen, when the door in front of him suddenly burst open. Needless to say, little Near was scared/frightened/shocked out of his wits. He drops the cupcake he was previously eating and stares at the new Mello with a face like "(ದoದ)".-

[[ ooc: lol peter murphy. ]]

[cottonballhead]

-is still a bit shocked, since having a door randomly burst open in front of you and almost getting squashed is not a very good experience at all. D:-

...n-no. Did I? I hope not!
-hears Mihael cough, and looks at him worriedly. Near still has a few cupcake crumbs on his face.-
Are you sick?

[coordinated_n]

Nat?

In some universe, I allow you to call me Nat?

*fingers brushing the wall for reference*

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Stares. Near as a boy? That's just too weird. But if this is a hallucination, best to just go with it, right?-

Yeah, like you could stop me.

[coordinated_n]

I'd call you 'Marsh-Mello' for the rest of your natural life.

*Not only a boy, but apparently focused on the wall two feet to the left of where Mello is.*

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Eyebrow arch-

You could try. Pretty sure I'd be handing you your ass on a daily basis if you did, though.