memory theatre revisit

[coordinated_n]

*Near knocks on Mello's door, fingers crossed behind his back. He wants him to be home, he has an idea. An idea and a picnic basket.*

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[yourfinaldeeds]

[Mello's sprawled out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.]

It's open.

[coordinated_n]

*He pokes his head through the door.*

It's me.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Hey.

[He sits up, half-smiling.]

What's going on?

[coordinated_n]

I wondered if you'd like to try something with me.