Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister

[near_your_enemy]

N is sulking in the kitchen, because he doesn't want to go back to his room.  Oddly enough, he's the only one in there.  And he doesn't want to go back.

Then again, leaving in a hurry like that, when one is all mad and upset and violently cursing everyone else in the room in his or her head, then going back is the last thing he or she would want to

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[lady_assistant]

Click click click.

Her trademark sound. She walks straight into the kitchen, without hesitation, like she owns the place. Which, in a way, she does. She doesn't even look up to see if N is there; she knows.

Hello, N.

She checks something off on her clipboard, and then gives him a canary-eating grin.

[lady_assistant]

Oh, damn. No clever rebuttal this time?

I'd bet your whore would have a comeback. In fact, I think most Mellos would, even yours. Oh wait, though! He's dead, right?

She grins at him, and her teeth are almost sharpened.

I'm so sorry.

She's not, by the way.

[near_your_enemy]

He pulls back onto the counter, deeper into himself with a muderous look.

"I'm not a Mello." N murmurs, his animal crackers forgotten as he tugs on his hair and looks like he would enjoy nothing more than to sink a kitchen knife into her chest.

[lady_assistant]

No, you really aren't. You're boring.

She sighs.

I'd consider trying to make you even angstier, since it's one of my favorite pastimes. But I have other business to attend to.

I'll see you later, sweetheart.

She leans forward and pats his hair, much like petting a dog, and then turns on her heel, vanishing without warning.

[near_your_enemy]

He sinks back when she pats his hair, giving her a vile look as if she were made of sewage, and watches her vanish.

Very soon, huh?

He'd have to make amends. He'd have to...

No. No, he didn't. He could just sit here and eat animal crackers until his heart was content. Amends didn't matter, as long as he was going back anyway.

Besides, he was still mad.