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Near | Nate River ([personal profile] solvethepuzzle) wrote2016-06-08 12:45 am

Hadriel IC Contact

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"This is Near. I assume you know what to at this point."
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(Good luck ever getting video from him. But if you want to . . .)
torrefied: (take a look; it's all around you)

[personal profile] torrefied 2016-10-04 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[In truth, Mello is already halfway there, and he has been since Near's arrival, when he suggested Near stay in the same house. It hasn't been an alliance exactly, because it's been unspoken and one-sided, but it's been something close to it - Mello is concerned with Near's safety and has worked toward that end, even against his own self-interest.

Mello considers the question for a moment, weighing pros - of which there are many - and cons - of which there are few. The end result of the equation is that it is slanted heavily in their mutual interest to band together in this place. Mello nods.]


Yeah. I would. With one explicit caveat - you treat me like an equal.

[It's really a reiteration of one of the rules he laid down for Near sharing the same living space with him.]

You think you can manage that?
torrefied: (there's a pattern there's a pattern)

[personal profile] torrefied 2016-10-04 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[An alliance isn't a panacea; Mello and Near have very different temperaments, ideas, and thought processes, and it's likely they will always disagree on something. An alliance isn't a guarantee of synchrony, only an acknowledgement that it is in their mutual interest to work together. Doing the actual working together will take effort, but Mello's agreement means that he is now at least willing to try.]

Yeah ... I think we are.

[He glances up to the door behind Near, chewing lightly on his bottom lip.]

Are you gonna let me back in? I'm guessing I have some damage control to do.
torrefied: (ten of the worst kind sleeping in my bed)

[personal profile] torrefied 2016-10-05 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
I still probably better talk to him.

[Mello climbs to his feet, shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, and makes quick work of following Near through the door.]

He deserves an explanation, at least.

[Mello wouldn't go so far as to say he feels like he owes L an explanation for his behavior, because Mello doesn't, as a general rule, owe anyone anything. But he'd been witness to something volatile, something for which he may not have been prepared. And Mello respects L and values his opinion too much to brush off any ensuing awkwardness.]