WANTED

SOMEONE TO DATE THE FOLLOWING GUY:
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*is currently stood at the door of cottage nine, a bag containing his belongings slung over his shoulder. He had said that he was thinking about moving back in to Matt, but was it really worth it? Sure, he was sick to death of the silence in his own room, especially when there was little to nothing to be done, but moving into a house where there ( Read more... )

*is currently sat in the library, flicking through a copy of the third volume of the 'Death Note' manga, stopping every few pages to snort and chuckle too damn loud for the library at Light's facial expressions*

((OOC: ... fourth wall breaking time? :D))

*sits on one of the benches in the park, placing a cardboard box with airholes punched into it beside him*

Hm~

*opens the top of the box, looking into it and, indeed, the turtle that resides inside it as he continues to wait for Johnny to arrive*

((OOC: Continued from here.))

[3:00am, cottage nine. Precisely four hours since eight-year-old Mello had woken up very shaken from a violent nightmare and had used his infinite wisdom to sneak into someone else's bed, wrapping his arms around their waist, sharing their body heat and using their presence to reassure himself.

Four hours since he had fallen asleep.

Four minutes ( Read more... )

*in the center of the playground, beyond the slides but not yet at the roundabouts, amongst the sea of multi-coloured chicks, there's a pile of shoes. Big shoes, small shoes, black shoes, brown shoes. Shoes with buckles, shoes with laces, shoes with 3-inch heels. Shoes that had, prior to eight-year-old Mello coming into contact with them, lived in ( Read more... )

*after the snowstorm, Mello's made his way over to the playground, sitting on a swing, L's words running through his mind for once without the blinding rage attached; it was true, it was now or never if he wanted to gather the remains of his and Matt's tattered friendship. But was that what he really wanted? He hadn't been kidding about breaking ( Read more... )

*if you happen to be walking just past the entrance of the dorms - YES, YOU - it's likely that there's a Mello just above, peering from one of the windows of the second floor, backup forcibly turned primary gun aimed at your feet. And bang, bang, bang, watch a trail of bullets trace your path; nothing that's going to pierce the skin, but just close ( Read more... )

*after spending far too long on the journey to his cottage, Mello sighs with relief as he and the man in his arms reach the cottage. He leans against the door and kicks it; quickly discovering that the door was shut and locked, but that was almost expected; with three aspiring detectives, plus another one world-classed and another failed, paranoia ( Read more... )

*is currently sat on a bench in the park, hair for once tied up in a messy bun, eyeliner done perfectly to the point where it almost doesn't look intentionally intimidating. Mello's smiling for once; actually smiling without that twisted smirk that he seemed oh-so-fond of painted on his face. He doesn't appear to be doing anything, just waiting, ( Read more... )