((The screen flickers on, showing a blond haired kid eyeing it curiously.))
This doesn't play any games. What a jip!
((The communicator gets dropped as the kid starts pawing through some things. A chocolate bar is seized with a 'Cool!' and the paper stripped off. Gnawing on it, he pushes aside somemore stuff, coming up with a gun. Inspecting
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((And with that he heads upstairs.))
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What?
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Just don't move Mello, okay?
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God doesn't curse. What the fuck is going on?
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Mello. Put the gun down on the bed and unlock the door.
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How do you know my name? It's my gun! It's real too! I found it so it's mine.
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Fuckin' safety's not on.
Mello. Open the door.
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I told you it was my gun, so back off.
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I can show you a lot of guns too. But first you have to give me that one.
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Believe me now?
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All right, you can come in.
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Finally.
Don't aim the gun at me when I come in. And for fuck's sake, don't point it at yourself.
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I'm not stupid or something.
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Finish your chocolate and we'll call it a naptime.
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I don't take- I guess we can.
((And Mello will be adult tomorrow... and deny all of it.))
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