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Who: Mello heresygrenade, Beyond anotherbeyond
When: Shortly after his arrival.
Where: A place where Mello can buy him something sweet! 8)
Format: Paragraph, present tense
What: A suspicious Mello meets a low-blood sugared Beyond.
Warnings: Possibly language from Mello and Beyond's eating and drinking habits.
He didn't catch a name, but it hardly seemed important. It wasn't like Beyond anticipated running into anyone that he knew here. Even if he'd had the opportunity to make friends during his lifetime, he wouldn't have. What would be the point? Every time he looked at them, he would know the very day that death put an end to that friendship. It was a temporary bond, and therefore hardly worth pursuing.
Sweets, on the other hand, were worth pursueing.
The directions he was given were easy enough to follow. The one who gave them to him was obviously used to lending a hand to the newly arrived. And oddly curious. And that in turn made Beyond curious. He wondered who he would find waiting for him, what sort of person they were and what more he could gain from them. Dessert and information, extra helpings of each please.
He slipped his hands into his pockets as he watched, taller than many of those he passed except for when he slipped into old habits and started to slump. Speaking of which...did he need a new laugh? Yes, maybe a new laugh for a new life. He would have to start working on one when he got back. Or why not now? Sure it would earn him a few stares, but his eyes and disheveled hair already did that. Their reactions might even be helpful. Yes, using someone else to help perfect his laugh. He's never tried that before.
His eyes flash to a young woman, an unknowing partner in this experiment. But the laughter doesn't come. Beyond blinks once, twice, turns his head to watch her pass by. The surprise of what he sees -- or doesn't see -- is enough to make his mouth hang open. Enough to make him a little late for his appointment.
"How strange..."
When: Shortly after his arrival.
Where: A place where Mello can buy him something sweet! 8)
Format: Paragraph, present tense
What: A suspicious Mello meets a low-blood sugared Beyond.
Warnings: Possibly language from Mello and Beyond's eating and drinking habits.
He didn't catch a name, but it hardly seemed important. It wasn't like Beyond anticipated running into anyone that he knew here. Even if he'd had the opportunity to make friends during his lifetime, he wouldn't have. What would be the point? Every time he looked at them, he would know the very day that death put an end to that friendship. It was a temporary bond, and therefore hardly worth pursuing.
Sweets, on the other hand, were worth pursueing.
The directions he was given were easy enough to follow. The one who gave them to him was obviously used to lending a hand to the newly arrived. And oddly curious. And that in turn made Beyond curious. He wondered who he would find waiting for him, what sort of person they were and what more he could gain from them. Dessert and information, extra helpings of each please.
He slipped his hands into his pockets as he watched, taller than many of those he passed except for when he slipped into old habits and started to slump. Speaking of which...did he need a new laugh? Yes, maybe a new laugh for a new life. He would have to start working on one when he got back. Or why not now? Sure it would earn him a few stares, but his eyes and disheveled hair already did that. Their reactions might even be helpful. Yes, using someone else to help perfect his laugh. He's never tried that before.
His eyes flash to a young woman, an unknowing partner in this experiment. But the laughter doesn't come. Beyond blinks once, twice, turns his head to watch her pass by. The surprise of what he sees -- or doesn't see -- is enough to make his mouth hang open. Enough to make him a little late for his appointment.
"How strange..."