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[forwantofpeace]

Who: Shisui, All and everyone
Where: Kitchen
When: Day 005
What: Shisui gets food to replenish his supplies. People talk to him.
Warnings: Ninja

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[is_not_number1]

Mello paused at the doorway of the kitchen before he entered, taking a moment to look over the room's other occupant. While the night had ended, and the house seemed to be relatively safe again, it couldn't hurt to hesitate and make sure. Particularly not after the room had been guarded by one positively fucked up monstrosity of a creature for the entire night.

He certainly had no complaints about the fact that this kitchen's entrance was safe again.

"Shisui," he commented, acknowledging the guy with a raised eyebrow. "Seems like you're in better condition than you were the last time I saw you, doesn't it?"

He couldn't, however, help but to wonder whether Shisui had actually managed to survive since the last time he'd seen him. That much wasn't nearly so easy to tell around here.

[forwantofpeace]

"Mello." He lifted his hand in a vague greeting, smiling faintly. "I've healed a bit. Besides, there's a lot to be said for being clothed when someone walks in on you."

He studied the other man curiously. "And yourself?" The night had been dangerous, and the fear had been real enough that it was difficult to control.

[is_not_number1]

Mello gave a vague smirk in response to the answer. "Ever get that sign up?"

He'd been in fine condition when he'd met Shisui, aside from recently having come back from the dead. And, since then, not much had changed. Not much, at least, that he was physically aware of.

But he wouldn't say that he was the same as he'd been then, either. Too much had happened since. Nothing was the same.

"I'm not sure how acceptable of an answer it would be to say that I'm perfectly alright," he replied with a shrug. "I can say that I survived the night, and I'm certainly not crippled or dying."

[forwantofpeace]

"No, I keep getting distracted. I should though, might save me a bit of trouble." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Is anyone here perfectly alright?" He laughed a bit, putting another package into the bag. "Survival seems to be the name of the game, after all of this. Dogs bother you last night? Or that mist?"

He'd hated the mist, hated it a lot. Like a low level killing intent flooding the house, requiring focus to blot it out.

[is_not_number1]

"I'd say not," he said, giving a cynical smirk. While there wasn't much way of knowing how screwed they might have been, he was far from an optimist. There was no reason to be. Optimism was nearly as useless as getting caught up in a crippling state of worry.

And Mello was fairly certain that he was right.

He narrowed one eye for a moment and leaned back against a counter, crossing his ankles "The dogs didn't," he added, shaking his head. He nearly sounded amused, though there was a bitter edge to his tone. "I'm sure the mist bothered everyone. Shit like that's what makes it perfectly easy to get distracted, isn't it?"

[forwantofpeace]

He snorted. "If we were before arriving..."

There was something be gained from Mello's form of cynicism, something he had viewed in other ninja. It noticed things that others couldn't because of their view.

"Exactly. I feel like much of what goes on here is simply that, something to distract us. But I have no idea what from. It seems illogical to try to distract us if we're no closer to the answers than we were."

[is_not_number1]

If they were, it must have been a damn shame.

Mello gave a bitter laugh, and pushed himself away from the counter to search through one of the cabinets.

"It's perfectly logical." He grabbed a bar of chocolate off of a shelf, taking a couple of seconds to stare down at it with narrowed eyes before ripping off half of the wrapper and nearly viciously tearing in with his teeth. "Distracting us before we start getting closer to the answers seems the best way to keep us as far away from them as possible, doesn't it?"

He glanced back up at Shisui, silent in thought for a moment as he ate.

That was, of course, if the distraction was intentional. As hidden as the answers to this place might have been, it was difficult to judge for certain that it was. Even if it was natural to assume so, Mello somehow doubted that he could conclusively tell whether anything here had meaning.