Don't know why I didn't call

[near_your_enemy]

So.  Gevanni's place is nice and all, and Near's starting to feel like maybe he can go out again.  He's only been able to make quick runs to the kitchen the past two weeks--Gevanni's done it for him until then--but other than that, he's stayed in.  Thought.  Slept.  Build a tower that would rival any other Near's greatest achievement.  Put together

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[coordinated_n]

When Near hears the door open, and someone stumble through, he assumes it's A. He's going to sit up, but then it slams, so he just wraps himself tighter in the comforter and waits to see who's there, without emerging from the pile of blankets.

[near_your_enemy]

Ouch.

Yeah. He probably should have remembered that little trickery aspect about the mansion.

"Nn--ow."

N sits up, rubbing his shoulder, and looking towards the door in confusion. He briefly notes all of A's paperwork laying around, but doesn't quite make the connection yet, nor does he notice the oddly-shaped bundle of blankets.

"Damn."

[coordinated_n]

"Hello."

He's been terrified that this would happen.

[near_your_enemy]

"Hm?"

The voice hits him after a moment, and his eyes widen, as he stands up a bit quicker than he should have after being thrown like that.

"...don't mind me, I'm leaving."

[coordinated_n]

He sits up, peeling the blankets away, and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He looks bad, too.

[near_your_enemy]

The doorknob burns white-hot against his hand, and he pulls back with a small yelp, looking at the angry red mark on his palm.

"There goes that idea." He doesn't sound particularly pleased.

[coordinated_n]

"What happened?"

He can guess, but he wants to be sure.

[near_your_enemy]

"Door won't open."

He neglects to mention the burning aspect. "You can try, if you want. It's your room--might listen to you."

[coordinated_n]

Near stands, twirling a finger through his hair, and heads for the door.

"Sometimes it jams."

[near_your_enemy]

"Oh, that must be it."

He stands back, though.

[coordinated_n]

Near takes it and yanks, before the pain registers, and then rocks backwards with a sharp noise, clutching his burnt hand to his chest.

[near_your_enemy]

"Oh. I guess I forgot to mention that."

Completely deadpan.

[coordinated_n]

"I guess you did."

Breathless and pained. He turns, and hurries for the bathroom, to run his hand under the tap.

[near_your_enemy]

N's isn't as bad as Near's was, but it still hurts. He takes a deep breath though, and gently presses it against the cool of the nearby wall, dreading Near's eventual return.

[coordinated_n]

"Why did you even come in here?"

From the other room.

[near_your_enemy]

"I didn't remember where this was. Blame the mansion, not me."