*As emotionally satisfying as picking a fight with Mello
may have been, Near now hurts. Everywhere. Okay, not everywhere, just his stomach a little and his back, everywhere. Which is why he's still in bed at noon, curled up, breathing deliberately and slowly. Someone is bound to come home soon and be able to help him into a hot bath.*
But then he notices it's white hair, not blonde, and so he makes his way over.
...Near? Issat ya?
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Fuck, Near...
Ya need ta be more careful, a'ight? Realleh.
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Said mildly.
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*Pulling up his shirt, so Meile can check where the punch landed. That's the only thing that could be tricky, it was near the already-cracked ribs.*
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