capeandcowllogs | non-goobery title [INCOMPLETE]

Duo hadn't been comfortable like this in a long, long time. The last time he'd slept soundly was...

He'd been at home, he was sure of it. And this wasn't even a completely sound sleep, in all honesty. It was just one where he'd been so tired and the pain had forced him to rest, and in the duration, his body had decided to seek the warmth beside it, to bring itself closer.

And so it was nestled up against Mello's shoulder and arm that Duo found himself when he began to regain consciousness, shifting slightly, ever so much, until he fully realized how he was positioned. "Ah!" He sat up suddenly, shooting straight out of bed, staring at Mello with mouth agape, and almost flushed, stuttering his apologies. "I- Sorry, I didn't mean to- I didn't know I was..." He trailed off, staring, hoping Mello wouldn't be angry.

Blinking up at him as he tripped over himself to back away, Mello wondered why he'd done it if he hated it so much. He said he didn't know he was doing it . . . hm.

It was odd.

Turning on his back, stretching, and sitting up slightly, Mello glanced over at him again. "You going somewhere?"

He wondered briefly if he should go out for a run this morning or not bother. Shook his head. He'd do it.

Duo wouldn't be coming, though. Mello was surprised he could even sit up after -

Yeah. That.

He still didn't feel like he'd done anything wrong. Not that he usually did. But he didn't usually fuck friends. Not in a while, anyway. It should've been weirder than it was.

Edited 2009-03-13 06:36 (UTC)

"I-" he thought about it, genuinely. Mello.. didn't seem too bothered, after all. Or maybe he was tired, Duo wasn't completely sure. "...No."

He was staying right there, as long as he could,

He settled back down, against the pillows, but wasn't sure if it'd be okay to lean back against Mello- so he didn't, yet, but settled close still. As long as he could be near him, it would be enough that way.

Here he was, in Mello's bed- he'd had sex, his first time, and with Mello- and it was the next morning, and he had no idea what to say or do.

So he was quiet, settling back into the covers. Wincing. His ass was aching.

Mello suppressed a slight grin as Duo settled back onto the bed, pleased by the warmth on a purely physical level - winter was cold, Duo was warm, it was all good. He couldn't be bothered to care much at the moment.

He wasn't bothered much by small talk, either, so he didn't try to make any. Just lay there, looking at the ceiling and thinking. The whole situation was pretty weird.

Well. He could have gone back to sleep, he supposed, but he wasn't particularly tired- just pained, and lazy. And well, he supposed he could take a day to be lazy. So he didn't go back to sleep, instead just lay in the bed, quiet, looking away from Mello because otherwise there would probably be strange awkwardness that neither wanted.

Of course he'd have had work that day, so he had to call in sick later. He'd do that later, he decided, if the soreness went away a little, or else he was more active- but for now he decided he was to remain in bed, pending world-shattering events for the day.

Maybe this was one of them.

He squirmed slightly, turned on his side, and stared off towards the floor beyond the bed. Maybe he would just think awhile. Whatever came to mind. Even if they were disconcerting things about why he was even there in the first place.

Mello, on the other hand, felt no particular need to take a whole day to be lazy. A few minutes, yes - although was laziness even the appropriate term for this? His mind was buzzing as soon as he woke up, and it was approaching full speed now, dissecting the situation, what had happened the night before.

There had been some sort of connection that he hadn't been able to identify at the time (admittedly having been somewhat distracted). He'd made several decisions in the heat of the moment that had nothing directly to do with sex at all. One: Duo would not hurt. Two: Duo was his. Three: this state of affairs would continue.

Was it dangerous? Yes. Mello knew it was. He had no illusions about his own stability; he never considered himself sane or insane, but knew he was unstable, though the idea of asking for help would never cross his mind. Duo was obviously insane on a number of levels, none of which were immediately apparent, making them all the more dangerous. It was odd; in a way he felt privileged to know this - at least now, in daylight, he did. At night it was less of a privilege and more of a curse.

No. Too dramatic, really. It just was. He couldn't do anything about it at this point. What was done was done; his decision had been made. The state of affairs would have to continue.

Glancing sideways at Duo after a few minutes, he gave a small grin, suppressing the urge to yawn. After it passed, he asked, "Still hurts?"

Mello spoke- Duo was shaken out of his thoughts that he'd allowed to bubble up in the few moments of silence. Mostly inconsequential ones; he didn't quite have the energy yet to think about what was going on at that moment, where he was, what had happened last night and what that would mean for the future. "Mm?"

It did, and it hurt even a little worse than it had the night previous. Then again, injuries, especially muscles, always hurt worse the day after the work than directly after. It was one of those facts of life. He turned slightly, not wanting to roll onto his back (and thus his ass), so he could see Mello, and had a neutral, vaguely thoughtful look. "A little," he answered nonchalantly, a normal volume, with no particular emotion attached. It would remain as simple discussion. It would be easiest that way.

It was just easier not to talk about it.

Edited 2009-03-14 05:12 (UTC)

Duo's look was blank, thoughtful. It was difficult to tell if that was put on or natural. Regardless, it was at one and the same time reassuring and irritating.

Perhaps it was natural. It was like Duo to regard an injury as an injury, regardless of its origin.

Still, Mello was restless, suddenly, and he stood up, throwing off the covers. "You know where the stuff is," he said neutrally, his tone matching Duo's as he walked over to the closet, pulled a sweatshirt and loose pants out, and glanced out the window. Nobody seemed to be around this early. It was safe enough to go out.

"I'll be back in ten minutes," he added over his shoulder, grabbing his keys off the dresser and shoving them in his pocket - just in case. He pulled his hood up, pulled the strings tight, and pushed the window open, stepping out onto the fire escape.

Maybe he'd learned a few tricks from Duo.

Regardless of how lazy he felt, it was time to train.

His feet hit the ground at a run.

He honestly hadn't expected Mello to stick around, 'chat it up' in bed, so when he threw off the covers, got up, moving to get dressed, Duo wasn't surprised. He noted with vague amusement that Mello did in fact own clothes that weren't leather. However, he couldn't help but be curious about Mello's movements, his strange manner this morning- well, not exactly that, but the way he was dressing was as if he was--

And then he stepped out the window, another strange (but familiar) maneuver, and he left. Ten minutes. What was he going out to do?

And then Duo was left alone in Mello's bed. It was still early in the morning, so it was quiet aside from the normal cityscape sounds. His pain continued like a background noise, and an intensely lazy, sluggish feeling filled him.
But he couldn't just pretend sitting there was nothing. Mello's bed. The morning after. And the pain. It was all too real, too obvious, for anything to attempt to be denied or ignored. But he didn't want to contemplate it- he just wanted to let it be, let it slip by without notice... It wasn't possible though. It was something that refused to be ignored.

And he found himself unable to wish to do so. He sighed. These things. These wishes. The feelings and truths of the previous night that were realized and acknowledged and acted upon- they were too real.

He went back to sleep.

Laps around the City. He was training. Maybe sometime he would have mailboxes fly up in his wake the way Pietro had; he gave a wry grin as he zipped past an emptied police station. He wanted that, wanted that power, because he knew he'd need it soon. It had been too long since he'd heard something from Near. He knew something was coming.

One hundred laps. He'd increase it - it was usually more, on other days - but by the hundredth it'd already been twelve minutes, slower than usual, and he wanted to get back home. Duo might be -

Well, he knew what Duo would be doing, one of two things - lying in bed staring at the ceiling, or already gone. Probably the first.

So when he opened the front door and made his way up the stairs, opened the door to his bedroom, he was slightly surprised to see Duo asleep. He supposed, after a moment, that he'd made a decision to take the day off - which made sense, given his physical state - and gave a slight shrug. It was Duo's decision, after all. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled the sweatshirt over his head, and threw it on the floor before lying back and glancing sideways at him.

He looked so different asleep.

Duo shifted slightly in his sleep when Mello sat down onto it, making the mattress move a little. In all honesty, he probably shouldn't have let himself sleep, he'd thought as he'd drifted off. There was no telling if he was safe there- alone, and vulnerable, unable to move as quickly as usual. Even from Mello-

No. Not Mello, he decided. Mello wouldn't hurt him now. But enemies of Mello that he might not know of. He dealt with some pretty shady people.

He'd let himself fall asleep regardless, vulnerable now, relatively peaceful in his sleep.

He did look different - more peaceful in a way, and yet at the same time it seemed as though there was something that usually lurked below the surface that was about to rise up. Turning over onto his stomach, Mello looked at him.

Did this mean the game was over, or that it was just beginning? Duo was naked in his bed. But it didn't feel as though either of them had lost. Mello couldn't figure it out.

Maybe it was simply best to assume that this was a momentary lull, though things did feel slightly different. This was a scenario that - well, he'd considered it, certainly, but never thought it would actually happen. It was too unrealistic, the thought that Duo would submit to this and that he'd allow it.

The entire past month was pretty bizarre, in retrospect.

But he couldn't change it now, could he?

He tapped his cheek, watching Duo breathe.

At the very least, he thought, he wasn't the vulnerable one now. He wasn't the one in danger.

He felt shifting in the bed and that was what eventually tugged Duo from his dozing, squirming slightly before his eyes slowly began to flicker- then fluttered open fully, and he was staring up at the ceiling of... That's right. Mello'd bedroom... he let his head roll to the side.

Oh.

He wondered silently how long Mello'd been sitting there staring at him. It was a rather discomforting thought. "Um. Hey," He mumbled, tugging the covers up over himself more. Well, what else was there to say or do?

Duo's eyes blinked open and Mello cocked his head, waiting for Duo to remember where he was. It didn't take long. And Duo met his gaze full on, looked a little uncomfortable but not like he was going to run . . .

It was satisfying, and familiar enough that Mello felt a sense of surety returning. He cocked a grin, or maybe a smirk - he wouldn't categorize it.

"Hey," he said in return, sitting up, naked to the waist and looking smug as hell, though he wasn't entirely aware of it - slightly unguarded.

This was where it got tricky, of course, because neither seemed to have any particular topic of conversation to bring up. Duo was still naked and Mello was partially so- he still wondered what Mello had been doing.

Then he noticed the thin veneer of sweat on Mello's body. Working out? Mello didn't seem the type to...

Of course. A speedster. Had he been out running? But usually it didn't cause him to break a sweat. He must have been pushing himself pretty far to have been doing that. For a moment he wondered why, and remembered. It was Mello. Mello always had to be the best at everything.

For a moment, a small smile curled his lips. He really did try so hard, didn't he. It was, Duo supposed, on of his few redeeming qualities.

And oh, they were few. But they were there. If they weren't Duo was sure he wouldn't have done what he did the night previous.

"Er. What've you been up to...?" He mumbled, sounding curious, a little awkward. He shifted in the bed, tugged the covers up over him a little more, compulsively.

What've you been up to?

It was as if he expected something interesting, this early in the morning. Or something bad. Mello detected the hint of awkwardness, as well, and wasn't sure what to make of it. Either way, though, he slipped under the covers again, relishing the warmth and the comfort after the tension of muscles bared in the early morning air.

Should he tell Duo?

It wasn't like it was entirely unexpected, that Mello would want to train - but the things he could do if he mastered this were dangerous.

Then again, so was Duo.

His grin spread across his face. "Training," he said, a little teasingly.

"Ah..." Duo let a little grin spread up his own lips, leaning his back into the pillows and watching Mello lay down again. "Running, then?" He didn't wait for a response, because it was obvious enough. "Heh.. you already run circles around me, anyway. I wonder how much faster it's possible for you to get?" He wondered aloud, maybe looking for a response, maybe just rhetorically- he shrugged to himself. "I guess you gotta be a speedster to be able to tell the difference, huh."

He tugged the covers up and over himself to the chest, looking comfortable, a tiny, happy smile giving his lips a c-like curve. It was warm, and he was in pain but with Mello here it was a little more comfortable. It was nice, like this. Little teases and morning grogginess and chatting.

That little grin was almost disconcerting, like he was planning something. Mello narrowed his eyes slightly, but let it go after a few moments. If Duo tried anything, he was the one who could barely move. It'd be a stupid idea. The only thing to do for the moment was take it at face value, that smile, unlikely though it seemed.

The question - barely one, the query implicit in the tone only - made him laugh a little even as he wondered how to answer it. Well . . .

"The faster you go, the more force you have," he said, his tone casual as he folded his arms beneath his head. Cocking an eyebrow at Duo, he let him get the rest. It shouldn't be too difficult, not for somebody who knew Mello.

The faster you go, the more force you have... Well, of course, that was true. The higher the velocity the more inertia and thus the more power put into something. Duo already knew Mello was capable of superstrength via superspeed, or at least what seemed like superstrength. He wasn't quite sure how to categorize it, but it was there. And so obviously, if he could go faster, he could deal harder blows. It made sense- especially for Mello, who was always after more power, more of- everything, really. To be the best. It was just another step for him...

Duo shook his head with a chuckle. "I guess that's true. So you've improved a lot like this, I guess?" He smiled, as amiably as he could make it, genuinely curious in how one could train powers like that. And he wondered, too, what Mello was capable of like this. The first answer that came to mind was 'anything he puts his mind to'. That's just how Mello was.

He thought a moment, fell quiet again. It was strange, but nice like this. He lay back again, content. He wondered if Mello liked it too. A voice in the back of his mind reminded him with a sigh- he was probably neutral like he was to almost everything.

"A bit." Mello wasn't about to discuss his improvement with anyone - not even Duo. Anybody who deserved to see how much he'd improve would see it in person, in action. And in any case, the improvement was gradual enough that it was only obvious to those who were watching. He wasn't entirely certain he wanted Duo to watch.

Then again, he'd gone ahead out even though Duo was there. He knew now, anyway. Nothing to be done about it.

Duo smiled, just a little. He didn't have to see it first hand, and he doubted he'd be able to tell. But it was something about Mello, the effort he put into things, that he liked. He wasn't apathetic. He did care about some things.

Most importantly, that he had the capacity to care.

Duo had a sudden urge- but he wasn't sure if he should act on it. Mello would probably just... He looked like he was struggling with himself internally for a moment, before he seemed to come to a decision. He smiled at Mello, wiggling a little closer.. and a little closer. And then after another second of hesitation, he let himself lean his head onto Mello's shoulder, leaning himself into Mello's side, arm clasping over his slightly... and waited, with a bit of a held breath, expecting to be shoved off. He didn't know why he wanted to do it, but it suddenly... felt right.

There was a sudden and entirely alien sensation of warmth - like there had been the night before, when he'd asked what Duo was doing and it had stopped. The emotion behind it couldn't be genuine, of course; it would be a comfort thing. It was the only logical explanation.

Nevertheless, Mello didn't push him away, didn't pull him closer; just glanced down with the slightest hint of surprise and then away again, accepting it and letting his eyes fall half-shut.

Mello didn't push away... well that was good enough, he supposed. Duo relaxed, made himself comfortable in that position- it was nice, the warm, the being close to him and...

He wondered just then, what he was doing here at all. It wasn't a feeling of regret, but of curiosity, at himself. What he was doing, why.. how he'd gotten here. And of all people, gotten here with Mello. Rather the last person he'd ever expected to end up close to like this, no less physically.

Well maybe not the last, necessarily.

The prospect of an emotional connection didn't seem to cross Mello's mind; there was warmth, and it was comfortable, and so he accepted it, let his hand slip up into Duo's hair curiously, wondering idly why he left the braid in all night; it couldn't be very comfortable. But Duo would have his reasons, regardless of whether Mello knew about them or not.

It didn't bother him. Wouldn't bother him unless it started to be relevant. For now, it wasn't. Things about Duo's past didn't matter to him unless he knew they would impact him personally.

Had he known the story behind the braid, he would have been much more hesitant to go near it. Then again, if he'd known the story behind the braid, he'd be dead. There was no way Duo would let him live if he learned about it. But again, that was something Mello couldn't know.

There was a dearth of communication, in some ways made impossible by who they both were - Mello in all senses a criminal, Duo a broken refugee soldier. Neither of them trusted, and both of them had secrets that, if broken or given away, would lead to deaths - somebody's, if not their own.

It was an odd situation. It should never have been allowed.

But now, the only question was how to proceed.

It was comfortable and warm, whether Duo let any emotions he had then get involved or not. And were there any? He tried, he didn't want to think about it while Mello was there... but still, he wondered, and was relaxed, content, and-

The minute there was something- something touching his hair, Duo's hand snapped up, grabbed Mello's by the wrist, snapped into a strangle hold around it and pulled away, yanked, pinned, and suddenly Duo was looming over Mello, eyes narrowed and serious, other hand settled on his chest firmly. "Do not. Touch that." His voice was even, his tone and intention clear. No one was allowed. He trusted Mello. But he didn't trust him that much, regardless of any feelings that may have existed or not.

There was the faintest hiss of pain as Duo twisted, pinned him down, and Mello was staring up at him. He stared. Hand on his chest. His ribs, with the clearest intentions of pain. The slightest twinge of fear, and then it was gone. He wouldn't let it show.

He nodded slowly. "Understood."

Not something to risk again.

Duo was a risk.

Slowly, solemnly, Duo nodded in return, and rolled back over onto his back to where he was just a moment ago, releasing Mello's wrist. He hesitated a moment before tilting his head back to Mello's shoulder, but didn't curl back into him, yet, having an almost melancholy look on his face.

No matter what he did, he just couldn't have just a little peace, just a little bit of time to relax and-

He just didn't get it. Never did. Duo sighed dejectedly. He supposed it was his fault, this time, but he had no intentions of ever explaining himself. It wasn't for Mello to know.

So that was another rule, Mello thought. Don't touch the hair. It would've been funny in other circumstances, a guy like Duo being so touchy about something like that - but it really wasn't, was it? Because with that look on his face, Duo was deadly.

And strangely enough, Mello wasn't afraid anymore. Whatever would happen, he couldn't do anything about it at this point. He couldn't anticipate every trigger, though he could try - ultimately it was up to Duo whether to treat him as an enemy or a friend.

The soft weight of Duo's head on his shoulder didn't phase him, but he moved slightly, not away from or towards, just readjusting under the blankets. Not thinking about much.

It wasn't that Mello was, necessarily, a threat- rather anyone who attempted something like that would get the same response. It just wasn't something allowed. Mello or not. And that was that.

His eyes slipped half-closed, and he sighed softly. Mello just didn't understand the meaning behind things. But he was warm, and somehow Duo still derived comfort from this, being near and against him, so despite this he still stayed against him, wondering if maybe Mello felt any kind of comfort or warmth from it either.

Idly, Mello wondered if he'd die in his bed - if this would sneak up on him one day out of the blue and he'd find himself dead, with a knife in his chest, or something worse. He just had no way of knowing. He'd never had any way of knowing, but at the same time he'd never had quite so little control as he had now.

Then again, Duo didn't have any control either, did he? Apart from random acts of violence, he had no control over Mello, what he did, what he said. There was very little control between the two of them, period.

With a half-sigh, barely distinguishable from his ordinary breaths, he leaned down and pressed a brief, teasing kiss to the corner of Duo's mouth - as a marker, or a reminder of something. It was over almost before he'd done it, the pressure lifted and gone. Still, it was something that he could do. At least one thing.

It was a flash, but it left Duo confused, and a little lighter, and there was something stirred up inside of him. A kiss... just a small one, and it probably meant nothing- couldn't mean anything because Mello never meant anything with this, couldn't because it was so plain that he didn't understand what it meant to have a vested interest in these actions, in feelings, it was just.. a release. Right. It was just something he did because it felt good.

Or at least that seemed to be how he wanted it to seem. Duo couldn't really know. Even so, Duo felt a little something of it, and slowly, even though it was meaningless, he curled a little more towards Mello, a little more towards the warmth, and let out a sigh that settled for something like content.

Edited 2009-03-20 11:59 (UTC)

Mello blinked down at Duo as he moved closer. "Hey," he said. "Are you sleeping again?"

He'd have to open the shop in a couple minutes, he knew. Duo'd have to wake up, if not get up - which wasn't really an option at the moment, of course.

"Mmh...?" Duo blinked, then shot upright again, still leaning against Mello bodily. "I- er, sorry..." One hand went up to rub the back of his head. "I guess- I'll stick around.. until I can leave," he mumbled.

Not that he particularly wanted to.

And it was then that his eyes strayed down and looked, really looked, and they saw, he saw- bruises formed on ribs showing through skin, and his eyes widened slightly- he'd forgotten, how could he have forgotten, that Mello was hurting, had been hurt, and through all of this he'd been--

His eyes strayed back up to Mello's face, to cuts and bruises that he hadn't noticed before, and he couldn't help his expression- worry, sincere worry and sympathy. "Mello..."

Edited 2009-03-22 13:03 (UTC)

Shrugging, Mello nodded his head. It didn't really matter one way or another to him. If Duo stayed, then fine, but if he didn't -

"Whatever you want," he said blithely, leaning a bit closer instinctively, into the warmth.

The sudden intensity in Duo's eyes was surprising, though, and he moved back a little when he saw it. He didn't know what to make of it. Sincerity.

It was foreign.

Cocking his head, he leaned back slightly, unintentionally exposing the mark where Selina's heel had pressed into his neck. "Yeah?" he said warily, staring back at him. What was going on with him?

Duo couldn't look up yet- his eyes fixated on bruises and marks, cuts and gashes- he should have been used to this, maybe, from someone who had half of their face horribly scarred- and his neck and some of his shoulder too, Duo noted having now seen Mello topless (and full on naked). But he wasn't. Not on Mello, though admittedly before this the most he'd seen of him was to the pants, with the fly open. He wondered, maybe, if Mello was often hurt beneath the layers of leather.

And he just had to- leaned down, pressing gentle kisses, light touches of lips so that they didn't hurt at all, and fingertips just the same. And they had to be had to be so gentle, and caring, and had to speak his sympathy through them, his care. That he cared.

The silence disturbed him. There could be something triggered - anything - that could lead to his death, at any time. That was the reality of Duo. But then he was -

What was he doing?

Against his better judgment, Mello's eyes slipped shut. It felt . . . good. He didn't want to move away, he thought, as one eye slipped open slightly to watch Duo kiss him - it was kissing. Weird.

He shouldn't have ever touched his mouth in the first place. That had been a mistake. But still, it was comforting at the same time as it was disconcerting. A lazy sound escaped from his lips, curious but not particularly urgent.

He paused, softly, when he felt Mello's own hesitation- but when it melted into relaxation, he continued, letting the kisses spread across Mello's stomach and up his ribs, even more tender and careful here, for the most obvious of reasons. There. Old wounds that for Duo, would never heal. He would always look and see them there, freshly cut, as if he had just plunged the scythe into him a second before. Things that couldn't be undone.

He spread upwards, to his chest. He bypassed nipples; they weren't important. They were things that created lust, and this was different. This was for sin. For comfort. For understanding. He spread up to the collarbone.

There was the slightest wince as Duo neared his ribs - a shiver, and Mello's eyes clamped tightly shut before flying wide open, watching him, heart sped up and fingers clenched. But it became obvious so fast that Duo didn't have a weapon, naked and helpless as he was, and so Mello sighed, leaning back against the bed and accepting it. The tiniest twitch as Duo moved past a sensitive spot was the only indication that he was actually awake.

Maybe it was the attention that made it enjoyable. That was probably it.

He noticed it- the flinch, and noted it, pressing close with a kiss once more. He just wanted Mello's relaxation now, just wanted to make him feel good, and maybe, just maybe lessen the pain a little.

He reached upwards with his lips, spreading kisses, light and quick over his collarbone and to his neck, lips pressing in softly, spreading to his ear- and then, he paused, leaning over Mello's body, watching his face- his scarred face, the eyes closed, strangely browless- and he leaned in, pressing a kiss, gentle, to his lips. Do you understand?

Edited 2009-03-26 14:04 (UTC)

Mello barely stirred as Duo's lips pressed into his, twitching slightly as one of his eyes slid open, lazy and catlike. He blinked, disoriented. He didn't get it. But he pressed back anyway, automatically, though his arms stayed by his side and his breathing was slow.

Whatever Duo was trying to do didn't filter through. All that registered was the warmth and the comfort, an alien feeling that made him almost distrustful, suspicious, but in an odd way too content to do anything about it. He sighed slightly into Duo's mouth.

He sighed, softly, pulled his lips away. Of course he didn't get it. He never would.

But things were slow, and soft, and warm instead of hot- things were okay like this, and he rolled off of Mello, flopped back beside him with a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. Mello had his work to do, wanted to get up. It was enough. He would stay.

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sorry this took forever, i was being headbutted by a pachycephalosaurus

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yeah that's right c:

No. =A= how do I even. tag this.

yes. =w= idk magic /makes mello tawk

hhhh I read that as. tomahawk what am I.

a poop.

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/winz =w=

/sleeps instead of tagging zzzzzz

/punts awake >8[

/SLEEPZZZZZZZZZZ =W=

pooper

no you =w=

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I don't even have an icon for his "^u^" smile ;w;

/mocks you =w=

asafdfa wat >:|

u herd me =w=

/slaps =w=

stop that >B[

no =w=

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hhhh mello wry you kill the cuddly =A=

'cause he sucks

;; /watches mello ruin everything ever

\o\ /o/ he ruins everything he touches~

/sooooooobs and yet. Duo keeps trying v.v

poor duey. can't recognize a hopeless case =w=

._. siiiiiiigh he has a tiny hope. WTF DUO WAKE UP WHAT ARE YOU?

/slaps him

ow :| /rereads log and remembers this, edits =w=

dumpoop =w=

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