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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[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello glares at him.-

Nobody fucking asked you.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Work a little harder on that logic thing, kid. -Mello slams another cabinet door.- You might get the hang of it someday.

[tickle_me_el]

[Another Mello and another victim of the illness, apparently. Elle sighs internally, but walks over to him - he's... not going to learn anything without talking to him, or at least anything that couldn't be understood through immediate observation. Besides - talking to someone new could be interesting.]

What are you looking for?

[yourfinaldeeds]

None of your fucking business. -Mello slams another cabinet door shut.-

[tickle_me_el]

It's not. I still might be of some help.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Didn't ask for your help. -Slam- Don't want your help. -Slam- Don't need your help. -Slam-