Getting to know you, getting to know all about you!

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Coming from here.

*If Near is sitting on the bed, posture conveying a certain amount of undisguised hostility mixed with equal parts of dread, well, it's only to be expected, isn't it?*

*He still hasn't touched his cornflakes, either.*

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No. Do you want them?

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I'm fine.

*He can never eat when he's stressed.*

[magnaccia]

(Meile wanders out the door, hands shoved in his pockets, and waits for Near to follow, feeling irritated. Though he isn't angry at Near, he's sort of pissed that Light won't talk to him, and he's even more pissed that Mihael of all people can't sit down and talk with him, either. But maybe talking with Near will help; Near seems like the kind of person who slaps sense into other people. So Meile waits, fumbling in his pockets for a cigarette, and sticking it in his mouth, lighting it and sighing in relief. He mumbles:)

Mmmmm... shiiet. Tha's good stuff.

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Until they give you cancer and you die.

*Near is also feeling rather irritated, mostly because he feels he completely didn't deserved to be dragged into the middle of that fiasco. And that he has been roped into moving in to a soap opera. He didn't bargain for this.*

At least you're too tall to give me much second hand smoke. *Not that he can entirely tell, but Near is 5'1, and Matt is over six feet... it's kind of obvious just from where his voice comes from.*

[magnaccia]

(Meile rolls his eyes and takes a small puff)

Shush, ya. I know tha consequences.

(But he can't really be irritated with Near, because really, none of this is his fault, and Meile knows it. Meile chews on his cigarette for a moment before looking down at Near, sighing)

...Sorry, didn't mean ta snap atcha.
Do ya want meh to put it out?

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It sounds like you need it. Let's get away from the door.

*Out of earshot is what he means, obviously. There are things to discuss that Mihael and Light probably shouldn't overhear.*

Mello never thinks things through, does he?

*The more things change...*

[emo_raito]

*continues to stare at the ground, silently, and gives commeo a tiny, halfhearted shrug in response*

[emo_raito]

*shrugs again, still not looking up*

why would i be mad at you?

*mumbly:* ... shoulda stayed there.