[What you hear is a pen or a pencil on paper. Pages or sheets being leafed through, some silence. Then, a frustrated sigh- and out of nowhere, whatever arrangement of paper was just sitting next to the recording device goes flying, crashes against the wall and audibly scatters on the floor.]

Damn it!!

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[as the recording begins, there are a few seconds of silence. Those listening closely enough might be able to make out breathing, somewhat shaky breathing. There's the distinctive sound of leather clad hands being clenched, and another few seconds later there's Mello's voice, silent, tense.]

...no way. ...just- ....

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