Round Two
*Here we go again. Near is settled on a chair in the kitchen, curled up with a cup of lukewarm jasmine tea in his hands. It's slowly going colder. He also has a novel, which he reaches out to read every few sips, fingers skimming the Braille and absorbing at a tremendous rate, because he's Near.
He still doubts Mello will show. Like his Mello had said last night, 'Who in their right mind would willingly want to become tiny and blind? For you of all people?'
Near thinks he has a point.*
He still doubts Mello will show. Like his Mello had said last night, 'Who in their right mind would willingly want to become tiny and blind? For you of all people?'
Near thinks he has a point.*