promise to get well soon.

[reprism]

[as it frequently happens, Light was aiming for the kitchen, and got a totally different room instead.

this one isn't an unfamiliar one, though. oh, no.when the door shuts behind him and he sees the chairs and refreshments-booth, he makes to groan and turn on his heel to leave. but, of course, it's not as simple as that. instead he finds

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[reprism]

... you what?!

[reprism]

Uh, you sold your soul to--

Wait, that would mean there's the De--

... I'm not even getting into this. I heard nothing. How are you? Aside from newly disenfranchised of your soul.

[isalright]

Hello, I'm L.

I feed people because it's easier than taking care of myself, I still haven't gotten over my family, I'm insecure and crave validation from everyone in my life. I handle criticism gracefully, but it tears me up inside for months- sometimes years, afterwards.

Oh, gross.

[reprism]

...

[pause. then he beckons L over.]

Come here. We can be kind of crazy together. Hey, I just saw a version of me who's a wolf.

[isalright]

You're not too selfish to love anyone.

[reprism]

Yeah. Well. [staring at the floor.] Just wished I believed it.

[coordinated_n]

Hello, I'm Near.

I love too many people, and don't trust any of them, or myself. It's not because of them, it's because fundamentally, I'm aware that I'm not really likeable, and I'm waiting for them to realize it.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Deflated-sounding:-

I knew you were lying when you said you trusted me.

[coordinated_n]

I do trust you, in a way.

I know you hated me, I know you don't any more, but I know you could go back.

[yourfinaldeeds]

I don't hate you really, and I probably never did. I just hated that you made me feel things, and I didn't know what to do about it, and I got angry and frustrated and took it out on you 'cause I have no coping skills to speak of.

-Frowning, really unhappy at hearing all that come out of his mouth, and it doesn't appear to be stopping yet:-

On some level, I still think you're using me as a substitute or toying with me for your own amusement, and knowing you're a liar unsettles me 'cause it makes me wonder what else you've lied to me about. I have a hard enough time trying to wrap my head around the idea of someone loving me, and if it turns out to be a lie I'm never going to forgive myself for being so weak.

[underworld_m]

Evening. I am Mello, Mihael, Lucifer, Morningstar, Satan, or whatever the hell you humans tend to come up with.

And really, is therapy the answer for religious issues?

[underworld_m]

It isn't.

[electronic_mail]

Mencia. Or, y'know, Matt, for most of you, I guess.

*Rubbing at the back of his neck.*

I've been in love with my perfectly-straight boss for almost four years. After he almost killed me for kissing him, I started sleeping around, and haven't stopped since. I refuse to make any commitment over some fear that he might actually come to love me back--well, that and the fact that I really can't be with anyone seriously that's not him.

Ah--I slept with myself, too. And I liked it. So there.

*A small blink. He laughs, awkwardly, and moves to sit down.*

[jusadmello]

Mello walks over to Mencia, happy to see a face he's talked to before. 'That's really something,' he says, laughs a little and then realizes he - well, a different him - was his boss.

[electronic_mail]

*Immediately, he flushes hard, and folds his arms defensively across his chest.*

Yeah, well. Sleep with yourself sometime, and tell me how it is.

[jusadmello]

Mello tries to bite back a smile, ends up pursing his lips in a weird half grin. 'With the way this house is, I might. Which you was it?'