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I never pass out. Not possible.

is this really Mello??

[Hard to believe, really. He's just making sure, because when does Mello not have the tools to hack his way past any door lock?]

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mello_dramatic

YES this is fucking Mello you idiot

[He sends a quick image of himself scowling at the camera while pulling the tarp off a motorcycle in a storage shed that shouldn't have been housing it.]

You weight less than fifty kilos. How much alcohol would it take to make you pass out? Not that fucking much!

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wherever_youare

Dramatic.

[Is all Near says to the insult and the photo. If Mello could hear his tone, it would be unamused and bored. But he does save the picture, because... well. Mello]

I will sit by the door so I won't pass out.

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mello_dramatic

52 minutes

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wherever_youare

51 minutes and 34 seconds.

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mello_dramatic

About forty-seven minutes later there's a knock at the door.

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wherever_youare

Near is still sitting there, full attention on the door as he twirls his hair methodically. Hello was right... Its hard to stay awake, but Near thinks it has more to do with the plush carpet than anything else.

He's surprised that Mello doesn't just kick it down, but that's a good thing. He gets up in his knees, shuffling back a little as he opens it up, looking up at Mello.

"Forty seven minutes and twenty three seconds. Impressive." As if it was some kind of test.

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mello_dramatic

Typically Mello would pull out a candy bar right about now, but Near had promised him at least partial payment in chocolate. He stepped into the room and immediately started pacing, fingers twitching unconsciously in the direction of his leather jacket pocket like a cigarette smoker having a nic-fit.

"We'll leave at four fifteen. That will get us back on the grounds after they turn off nighttime security lockdown and before anyone's up to wonder why we're not in our rooms."

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wherever_youare

There are a few things scattered across the floor. Small bottles, playing cards, peanuts and chocolate. Five star hotel chocolate, Mello.

"Plenty of time to eat everything off the menu." But he doesn't move from his spot on the floor, his eyes following Mello's back and forth movements. "Why are you doing this?"

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mello_dramatic

Small bottles. How many small bottles? Mello tries a quick visual estimate, then drops gently to one knee to pick one up in his leather gloved fingers. Had Near just taken a sip from each one and moved on, or kept with it to see how the flavors changed as his tongue got used to it?

Without looking, Mello reached out with the other hand to pluck a chocolate bar off the floor. Begrudgingly, he approved. It was still mass-produced chocolate from a distant factory, made who knows how long ago, but it was a very respectable brand that Mello didn't often encounter.

"So you'll owe me a favor." It was a rather weak excuse, but Mello seemed to believe that Near would buy it. Maybe because Mello had actually convinced himself it was the truth.

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wherever_youare

All of the small bottles from the minibar- he had to try them out. It's not like they have these fairly normal life experiences at Wammy's. He didn't finish every bottle of course. Near is too picky for that- but the ones he liked, he drank. But look at that, he's still awake. He didn't pass out on Mello.

"I see." A rather weak excuse indeed, but Near doesn't argue it. He doesn't like arguing with Mello. The other boy usually does most of the talking. "I don't do favors."

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mello_dramatic

Nowhere close to alcohol poisoning, then. Good. That had been the sort of "passing out" Mello was concerned about. Drifting off to sleep while bored and alone at three in the morning was hardly unusual.

"I know." Mello set the tiny bottle back down on the carpet where he'd found it. Maybe it was part of some kind of design Near had been putting together. Wouldn't that mean Mello should deliberately disrupt the organization instead? He'd been kicking down Near's card towers since he'd met the albino freak.

He tore open the wrapper and stuck the chocolate bar in his mouth, the set of his shoulders easing as if he were a drug addict finally getting a hit. "But you might change your mind."

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Near would never go that far. Mello would be foolish to think such a thing- though the temptation to keep going was there. Knowing Mello was coming saved him from whatever boredom he might have encountered, along with reorganizing of all the cards in every deck, and the carpet... he really likes the carpet.

He tilts his head, watching Mello closely. He's so used to seeing the other boy in the confines of Wammy's, that it seems almost odd with the backdrop of this hotel. He's not sure if Mello is thinking the same, but he doesn't ask. He knows he would only get a rude response.

"I won't," he says with too much confidence. Owing Mello a favor seems like a dangerous thing. "You should try that one. And that one," Near points as two small bottles by Mello's feet. For once, there's no order to them. The one and only time Mello doesn't actively work to knock them out of place. "They taste like chocolate. And cherries."