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Who: Mello, Cloud and Nagi.
Where: Nagi's place.
When: New years.
Summary: Mello is gonna crash Nagi's place, and decided to drag Cloud along.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: No go away.
Mello’s blue hues slid along the edge of his eyeball socket to give Cloud a sidelong glance as they walked along the streets in the hyped up Terra. He practically dragged the other along with him to Nagi’s place. Shit, Cloud and Nagi might even get along even if the conversations would be nothing but muttering synthetic words with bullshitting apologies. With a bag in a leather-gloved hand packed with some hardcore alcohol (yeah, Mello had gotten the other two something that wouldn’t knock them out in a shot.) and blonde bangs shadowed his eyes.
The blonde looked real banged up, his skin colored with blotches of purple and blue bruises, homemade ghetto stitches lodged in the side of his neck. His breathing was much more heavier thanks to his newfound best friend called withdrawals. Once they reached the apartment, the blonde needed several moments to feed his air-starved lungs.
A screech of leather emitted from his coiled fist as he knocked against the door, his face creased into drugged bemusement as he turned to face Cloud. "Don’t shit yourself princess, this guy isn’t going to bite your head off." He muttered to the other beside him and placed the former occupied hand back within his pocket.
Where: Nagi's place.
When: New years.
Summary: Mello is gonna crash Nagi's place, and decided to drag Cloud along.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: No go away.
Mello’s blue hues slid along the edge of his eyeball socket to give Cloud a sidelong glance as they walked along the streets in the hyped up Terra. He practically dragged the other along with him to Nagi’s place. Shit, Cloud and Nagi might even get along even if the conversations would be nothing but muttering synthetic words with bullshitting apologies. With a bag in a leather-gloved hand packed with some hardcore alcohol (yeah, Mello had gotten the other two something that wouldn’t knock them out in a shot.) and blonde bangs shadowed his eyes.
The blonde looked real banged up, his skin colored with blotches of purple and blue bruises, homemade ghetto stitches lodged in the side of his neck. His breathing was much more heavier thanks to his newfound best friend called withdrawals. Once they reached the apartment, the blonde needed several moments to feed his air-starved lungs.
A screech of leather emitted from his coiled fist as he knocked against the door, his face creased into drugged bemusement as he turned to face Cloud. "Don’t shit yourself princess, this guy isn’t going to bite your head off." He muttered to the other beside him and placed the former occupied hand back within his pocket.