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Who: Light, Mello
What: REVENGE OF THE LAITOS.
When: Monday, after school.
Where: Clairbourn parking lot, then later the local Clairbourn theatre.

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Of course Mello planned to show up. He had his own ideas as to why Light could possibly want to meet after their last outing, considering he really doubted Light had enjoyed a second of it. This could only mean one thing. Well, a few things, but he'd managed to narrow it down significantly. Light was planning to get him back for it - also added to the fact he'd mentioned repaying Mello. It was obvious.

Classes had ended, and Mello shut his locker with his books inside. All he had left was the bag over his shoulder which didn't contain much, so it was light enough to carry wherever Light planned to drag him off to. And he expected to be dragged off somewhere, too. It's what he'd do in Light's place--

Oh, wait, he already did do that.

Stepping outside and wrapping the leather jacket tighter around his shoulders, Mello's gaze swept over the parking lot until they landed on the sight of a familiar face. Rolling his eyes out of habit, the blonde stepped off the curb and made his way over. "Alright, surprise me."

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Spotting Mello's approach, Light straightened up, fishing his keys out of his pocket. "Surprise you?" he said mildly, with a smirk. "Oh, I doubt I'll do that. After all, I'm a very dull person." Tossing the keys idly up and down, he sighed. The false self-deprecation was diverting, and also a good way of distracting Mello from any questions about what exactly Light had planned.

Hopefully, anyways.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked idly. "I'm not planning to until I get back, but we can stop by somewhere." He shrugged, then continued, "Get in, any case. You didn't bring your bike today, I hope?"

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Scoffing, Mello shot back, "I'm sure there's some surprising qualities in you somewhere. Just gotta dig." This wasn't necessarily true, but then again, Mello tended to bring out sides of people the public world generally didn't get to see. Which made Light's case pretty common, but still fun.

"I'm fine," he answered to Light's question. "Had chocolate earlier." And for lunch, too. And breakfast. And during a few of his classes.

"No, I got a ride today. Figured you'd handle transportation." Walking around the car, Mello opened up the door and took a seat, shutting it soundly.

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With a shrug, Light said, "If you think so." The truth was, he did think that he had a few surprises in him; but then, there was no reason for Mello to know that. No reason for Mello to know anything but what Light wanted him to know, really.

"I... see," said Light slowly at Mello's response, glancing over at the other senior. Chocolate was, in his considered opinion, not exactly a nourishing meal. But then, it wasn't any of his concern anyway. He didn't care how Mello sustained himself.

Getting in the car after Mello, Light put the keys in the ignition, starting up the engine and pulling out of his parking spot. The radio came on, the voice of a newscaster talking about the situation in Iraq filling the car; Light reached out to shut it off absently. In the ensuing silence, he said, "Do you like Tchaikovsky, Mello?" He nodded at the CD case which lay on the low surface between the two seats in the front, a collection of what the case itself billed as 'Tchaikovsky's finest symphonies'.