Dollar bills in hand...

[mymellodrama]

Mello walked down the long hallway, counting the green bills that had been crushed into his hand when all was said and done. His blonde, sweaty locks hung over his paled face and he growled in dissatisfaction when he realized that the amount was less than he'd been expecting. Embarrassed, he shoved the money into his leather-clad pocket and huffed

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[chilichoc]

*Mel hasn't seen a boy version of herself around for a while, and this one's either new or fresh from a traumatic room. Either way, she knows better than to offer to help him up. She stops a little distance away and tips her head at him.*

Hey.

[mymellodrama]

Mello sat there for a moment, letting her words sink in. She seemed like a nice doppelganger, really. Someone he could confide in, at least.

"I sell-- ... I don't know how to put it without sounding..." Mello laughed bitterly, "Heh. I'm a damned prostitute, Mel."

[chilichoc]

*She's not surprised, at this point.*

I'll tell you what I told the other version of us: I know enough about surviving that I won't think less of anyone for the things they've had to do for survival's sake.

*A short, bitter laugh.* I'm dead, after all. Died ending Kira. But here I am.

[mymellodrama]

"I think I'd have rather died ending a murderer than live the life I've been living for the past five years," Mello murmured.

[chilichoc]

*Mel shreds the wrapper of the chocolate bar, and snaps off a piece.*

You're Mello. No one says what kind of life you lead but you, remember?

[mymellodrama]

Mello was silent for some time.

"You're right," he muttered simply and nodded slowly, "Yeah..."

He sighed and brushed his hair back.

"Then I fucked up."

[chilichoc]

*She watches him, not without sympathy.*

There's no such thing as fucking up beyond all fixing it.

[mymellodrama]

"I know that," Mello responded quietly.

[chilichoc]

You'll get it sorted when you get home. It's what we do.

[mymellodrama]

"Right," Mello huffed, determined to do so.

[chilichoc]

*Mel gives him a grin: that's more like it. She heads for the door.*

Come find me if you need anything. My room's labelled. *A little eyeroll at that. The mansion has resisted her every effort to remove the MEL'S ROOM sign from the door.*

[mymellodrama]

"Will do," Mello grinned crookedly, "Thanks, Mel."

He nodded to her.