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[shut_up_near]

So is anyone around here actually holding Mass today?

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[acreepybrat]

Mass?

Hey Mello, where do you live?

[shut_up_near]

It's a kind of church service. There's a special one at Christmas.

[fffff pointedly ignoring the question]

[acreepybrat]

[Blinkblink] I see. Sometimes people talk about church over the network, but...

[Noticing that pointed ignoring. XD OH WELL.]

Well, if you don't want to tell me, at least let me know where I can drop off something for you?

[shut_up_near]

But never anything about Mass, huh?

[Kind of a longish pause]

What do you have to drop off for me, Oz?

[acreepybrat]

Actually, I think one guy might've mentioned it. [lol that'd be Maxwell the uh, raving archbishop? Loud enough that even Oz has noticed.] They're probably all at the church.

[Brightly, because he's a brat.]

Ehh, don't you know the rules about presents? I'm not supposed to tell you these things~

[shut_up_near]

We don't know each other well enough for presents, Oz.

[Two can play the brat game.]

[acreepybrat]

That's okay! You can give presents to people you don't know well at all~

[How about the obnoxiously cheerful game?]

Besides, I know you well enough to get you something you'd like. [A bit teasing, but also fondly as well. Even if this will probably poke at the paranoia. XDD;]

[shut_up_near]

[Mello doesn't do cheerful.]

... Why don't I just meet you somewhere instead.

[acreepybrat]

[Aw shucks. Don't mug the kid, Mello.]

Okay, sure! So, where do you want to meet?

[shut_up_near]

[Mello wouldn't mug a kid. Well, except maybe.]

How 'bout you come to the church in half an hour. That work for you?

[acreepybrat]

[You sure are giving a good impression of that, with your mafia-esque leather and all.]

Heh, alright then~

[Commentloooggg?]

[shut_up_near]

All right. See you then.

[yyyyy to commentlogggg :3]

[WOO COMMENTLOG OF AWESOME]

[acreepybrat]

[So Oz will just be headin' to the church then, doing his best to skirt around the open areas because lol he's kind of helpless, but otherwise getting there unharmed, plus his gift-- a few chocolate cigars (nice chocolate, even) rattling around a case wrapped in tissue paper.

He eases the door open, stepping in.]

[AWW YEAH]

[shut_up_near]

[Mello's already inside. He'd arrived fifteen minutes earlier to scout out a safe-ish place from which to observe - the high ground, so to speak. He'd decided on a nice shadowy spot toward the back of the church, hidden behind the remnants of a giant marble statue of some saint or other. From that vantage point, Mello watches as (who he assumes is) Oz enters. He waits a minute or two, checking to be sure the kid's alone, then quickly sends a short text message on his communicator to Oz's frequency.]

Marco.

[If Mello can see the kid in the church check the message, he'll be satisfied Oz is who he says he is.]

[DAMN STRAAIGHT]

[acreepybrat]

[Oz fishes the communicator out of his pocket when he hears it beep-- and a small smile when he sees the message.

Polo.

He leans against one of the pews, waiting for an answering beep.]

[FULL WOOTNESS]

[shut_up_near]

[All right, Mello's satisfied this is Oz, and he's alone. He steps out of the shadows, from behind the statue, sunglasses still on even though he's inside and it's dark.]

Too bad we don't have a swimming pool around here.