WHO: Mello and Halle. WHAT: Meeting in person, finally. WHEN: Twenty minutes after this. WHERE: Halle's place of residence. OTHER: I am slow, forgive me. :[
Near was in 'his' room, locked away with his puzzles and the few toys she had been able to find in between her nine-to-five employment and searching the city for extra work, a little something on the side for the boy. He had requested not to tell Mello that he was here, for whatever usual reason he had to keep his 'rival' uninformed.
She, on the other hand, had decided to stir up some hospitality-- coffee pot was on, house as clean as she could get it now that Near and his toys were in one place. Three days they had been here, and during that entire time she had tripped over several of his things that he just seemed to leave lying around. If he was a child, she would not have been so annoyed. But despite looks and habits, he was an adult.
The knock on the door brings her out of these thoughts, she checks the peephole first to be sure, and then opens the door. Shock, that's the first thing. Halle stands there like a deer in the headlights for a few moments before stepping back to let him in.
He's like a feral alley-cat ready to lunge as soon as that door opens, the expression on his face faintly hostile, but he doesn't move. Leaning into the doorjamb, his scar is hidden and his eyes are shiny blue under with the light in the hallway outside. Finally, Mello straightens his posture into a suitable standing position and scans the room over the woman's shoulder, expression less surly, more neutral, but his temperament shows through like the edge of a knife.
"You're not staying with anyone, right?" It's the first thing he asks. Maybe Mello can sense another's presence in the apartment, not well enough to confirm anything, but it's subconscious. A bristling of nerves. Still, Mello moves on, is over the threshold past her. He's put Halle in a position where she'll tell the truth, or she won't.
There's a soft pause as the blank look fades into a welcoming smile, or an attempt of one. His moods are as they always are; it's comforting in an odd sort of way, the confirmation that whatever did this kept him the same. Of course, that means the rashness and anger is still there.
He enters, she closes the door, and goes to the kitchen.
"Alright, here's what I know so far- Overseer, does what the name suggests. No way out, assume it's his? --her doing. Anything else? I've been busy, not quite enough time for things beyond that."
It's a bit less informal than she's used to, she amuses herself with thoughts of falling over herself to please him, like she would have done. Everything now is somehow more numb, she make her stupid mistakes and learned from them.
He follows slower, a less rushed pace, taking in the apartment with those same critical eyes as if gauging just how safe it is. But to an extent he won't openly admit, he does trust Halle's judgment.
"Her," Mello corrects, looks noticeably pale under the lights in the kitchen, the dark circles under his eyes like smudges put there by fingertips. He makes himself comfortable against the wall near the door, a tense lean. "Don't trust her. Obviously. She's not telling the truth, and nothing we can say is going to change her mind."
The incident before Halle's arrival could attest to that.
"There's another woman who's Head of Internal Security. Have you looked at the map of the city, yet? The one they gave you."
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She, on the other hand, had decided to stir up some hospitality-- coffee pot was on, house as clean as she could get it now that Near and his toys were in one place. Three days they had been here, and during that entire time she had tripped over several of his things that he just seemed to leave lying around. If he was a child, she would not have been so annoyed. But despite looks and habits, he was an adult.
The knock on the door brings her out of these thoughts, she checks the peephole first to be sure, and then opens the door. Shock, that's the first thing. Halle stands there like a deer in the headlights for a few moments before stepping back to let him in.
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"You're not staying with anyone, right?" It's the first thing he asks. Maybe Mello can sense another's presence in the apartment, not well enough to confirm anything, but it's subconscious. A bristling of nerves. Still, Mello moves on, is over the threshold past her. He's put Halle in a position where she'll tell the truth, or she won't.
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There's a soft pause as the blank look fades into a welcoming smile, or an attempt of one. His moods are as they always are; it's comforting in an odd sort of way, the confirmation that whatever did this kept him the same. Of course, that means the rashness and anger is still there.
He enters, she closes the door, and goes to the kitchen.
"Alright, here's what I know so far- Overseer, does what the name suggests. No way out, assume it's his? --her doing. Anything else? I've been busy, not quite enough time for things beyond that."
It's a bit less informal than she's used to, she amuses herself with thoughts of falling over herself to please him, like she would have done. Everything now is somehow more numb, she make her stupid mistakes and learned from them.
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"Her," Mello corrects, looks noticeably pale under the lights in the kitchen, the dark circles under his eyes like smudges put there by fingertips. He makes himself comfortable against the wall near the door, a tense lean. "Don't trust her. Obviously. She's not telling the truth, and nothing we can say is going to change her mind."
The incident before Halle's arrival could attest to that.
"There's another woman who's Head of Internal Security. Have you looked at the map of the city, yet? The one they gave you."
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