I don't remember that I liked you. [Active/Open]
Characters: Mello, Ace, open
Setting: Sewing Room
Time: Day 018
Summary: Mello meets his best friend Ace again.
Warnings: ...Mello and Ace. Much hostility is very, very likely.
Mello wasn't entirely sure why he'd been so damn tired lately. At first he'd assumed it was just because he hadn't been sleeping enough-- which, considering it often did become rather difficult to get enough sleep during the night, did make a fair deal of sense-- but after he'd found that he was just as tired after having spent quite some time sleeping, however, he was beginning to get increasingly frustrated with the situation. In an effort to try and get his mind off it and hopefully wake himself up a bit, he'd decided to look for some clothing. Mello had realized that since he'd arrived here, he'd practically been wearing the same damn clothes-- his own clothes-- nearly the entire time, and after... however long it had been, he was beginning to get a bit sick of them. Thus, he had chosen to go to the Sewing Room to search for something decent. If he remembered correctly, there was a pretty good selection of clothing in there.
Apparently, though, this plan to overcome his exhaustion had failed; after having spent a couple of hours foraging through boxes of clothing, he fell asleep in a pile of clothes. He hadn't exactly expected to just randomly pass out on the spot, so when he awoke, he was a slightly confused-- and, for that matter, rather annoyed, and had almost immediately taken his irritation out by childishly throwing an armful of clothes at an unsuspecting mannequin before resuming his search.
Setting: Sewing Room
Time: Day 018
Summary: Mello meets his best friend Ace again.
Warnings: ...Mello and Ace. Much hostility is very, very likely.
Mello wasn't entirely sure why he'd been so damn tired lately. At first he'd assumed it was just because he hadn't been sleeping enough-- which, considering it often did become rather difficult to get enough sleep during the night, did make a fair deal of sense-- but after he'd found that he was just as tired after having spent quite some time sleeping, however, he was beginning to get increasingly frustrated with the situation. In an effort to try and get his mind off it and hopefully wake himself up a bit, he'd decided to look for some clothing. Mello had realized that since he'd arrived here, he'd practically been wearing the same damn clothes-- his own clothes-- nearly the entire time, and after... however long it had been, he was beginning to get a bit sick of them. Thus, he had chosen to go to the Sewing Room to search for something decent. If he remembered correctly, there was a pretty good selection of clothing in there.
Apparently, though, this plan to overcome his exhaustion had failed; after having spent a couple of hours foraging through boxes of clothing, he fell asleep in a pile of clothes. He hadn't exactly expected to just randomly pass out on the spot, so when he awoke, he was a slightly confused-- and, for that matter, rather annoyed, and had almost immediately taken his irritation out by childishly throwing an armful of clothes at an unsuspecting mannequin before resuming his search.