I'm in a mood for total war.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-There is a Mello in the kitchen, and anyone who has ever met this particular Mello will recognize that he is even more on edge than usual - which is saying a lot, actually. Right now, he is busy opening various cupboards and drawers and slamming them shut again, muttering angrily under his breath. He can't even remember why he came in here in

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[misamisal]

::she hears the shout from Mello from the hallway just outside the kitchen. She sighs, wondering what she's about to get into and steps into the room, almost curled into herself. The irises of her eyes are now different shades of green instead of their normal color and her right arm, from the middle of the forearm down is greener, her index finger and thumb a dark green. She speaks quietly, hesitantly::

Ar-are you looking for chocolate?

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello glares at her, annoyed with the interruption.-

Why the fuck would I be doing that?

[misamisal]

::she flinches, as if he had pinched her without warning, but she hopes he didn't notice. But then she see's his face, notes the greenish cast and realizes hes sick as well::
I...I just thought, because a lot of the Mellos like chocolate a lot and...if you ever want some, there's usually a stash in that cupboard, over there. ::she points the cabinet nearest the refridgerator::

[yourfinaldeeds]

Well hey, don't think too hard - you wouldn't want to break anything in that tiny little head of yours, would you?

-Pause-

On second thought, how 'bout you shut the fuck up and mind your own goddamn business? Christ. Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, showing up where you're not fucking wanted.

-Mello yanks another cupboard open.-

[reprism]

Morning, sunshine. [Light drags himself into the kitchen on his old crutches; walking long distances has become a chore - a task which is, in fact, insurmountable.] Not that I'm sure it's morning, but whatever, it was for effect. [he looks like hell, of course, thin and gaunt and green with sunken, dark-ringed eyes.]

[misamisal]

::she looks over at Light with a surprised and worried expression:: Oh God, I didn't know you were sick, too.
::she pulls out a chair for him:: Please, have a seat.

[reprism]

[blinks.] Thanks. [taking the proffered seat, laying his crutches beneath it.] You're... L's girlfriend, right?

[misamisal]

::she nods:: Yes. I'm actually down here preparing some food for him. ::she smiles softly:: Can I get you anything?

[deathdefiance]

"Mello, might I kindly request you refrain from using such crude language?" The kitchen seems to be the resident meeting place.

"What might you be looking for? Perhaps I can help."

[yourfinaldeeds]

If you don't like how I talk, then fucking leave already. Nobody asked you.

-Mello doesn't even look up at Nathalie. It wouldn't make a difference; he's pretty far gone already. He slams another cabinet shut and slowly flexes and unflexes his right hand. It's been tingling off and on, like he'd fallen asleep on it, and it's just getting worse as the day drags on.-

[deathdefiance]

She flinches visibly, and turns after briefly hesitating. "Another time, then."

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello scoffs.-

Sure. See you around - if you're not too busy running around with everyone else.

[near_your_enemy]

N takes one step into the room and quickly regrets it, his eyes narrowing quickly at the sight of the Mello. He remembers him (or, to be precise, his body with Near's mind) from the horror room, and it was doubtless that Mello would still be angry about it. However, N was in a perculiar mood, and definitely not one to pick a fight at the moment.

So, he slips the rest of the way into the kitchen, absently speaking as he weaves fingers through his hair.

"...looking for something?"

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello snaps without looking up to see who asked:- None of your fucking business. -He slams another cabinet shut, then glances over at N, annoyed. His eyes narrow dangerously.-

Oh, it's you. Say, don't I owe you a neck-snapping or something? You little shit.

[near_your_enemy]

He raises an eyebrow in vague bemusement, before shrugging somewhat as he glanced in one of the cupboards. N looked like complete hell (much like everyone else in this godforsaken hellhole)--his skin was tilted green, his left hand was completely bandaged up, and the green was starting to tint at the whites of his eyes. If one looked close enough, they would be able to tell that his hands held a slight tremor.

"...You're welcome to try, Mello. However, I would reccomend that you sit down before you have an aneurism."

[yourfinaldeeds]

Aww, that's sweet, really - you caring about my health and all. Kinda funny, though, considering you tried to kill me. You have a change of heart after failing so fucking miserably, Near?

[chilichoc]

*Mel has been resting, but she can't stand it anymore; she has to know what's going on. She puts on one of Mail's shirts and a pair of his boxers, and makes her wobbly way toward the kitchen. She's quite green now, including a rash. This Mello is one of the last people she wants to see, but she doesn't have the strength to snark.*

...You too, huh?

[downtothefilter]

[Aaand, here comes the concerned boyfriend, clad in simple jeans/t-shirt with an annoyed expression on his face. Oh course Mel just had to sneak out while he was taking a shower, but stealing his clothes? Well, the shirt he could understand, but his boxers?

Mail was not a happy boyfriend.]

Maybe next time you should steal a plain pair. I won’t notice they’re missing then. [He comments lightly, managing to keep the anger out of his voice.]

[chilichoc]

*Mel looks like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar, and she knows it. She leans against the wall while trying to look like she doesn't need to, and speaks in an embarrassed mutter.*

You weren't supposed to notice I was missing.

[downtothefilter]

[He notices the wall-leaning, but doesn't comment about it.]

I'd be a pretty pathetic boyfriend if I hadn't noticed.