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and you were always crazy-- there's something about you that I knew so well;
WHO: Anezaki Mamori [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
creampuffedly] & Mello [phallboy]
WHERE: In Mello's car, on the way back to his place.
WHEN: March 12th, 2009
WARNINGS: Mello? This is likely going to be tragic.
SUMMARY: Duo called. Time for Mello to push away the one thing keeping him stable.
FORMAT: para
They could both use the break, she knew that much. So dragging Mello off to the beach for a few days couldn't possibly be such a bad idea, right? They were having such a good time, too.
Then Shinigami had called him, just as they were headed back in.
Why was it that everything had to explode now? The porter was in danger-- tentatively-- something had happened with the toxins, apparently, though she wasn't entirely sure about the details therein-- and now Sena had showed up. She'd garnered that much from his conversation with Shinigami.
Sena. Of all people.
Of course, now Hiruma had his hands on him and she couldn't even say that he was in the wrong to take Sena in, she'd simply not been there.
Sena'd be okay. He'd be okay. He'd be okay. She was considering, of course, the general safety of keeping Sena at Mello's place, for now-- how had Hiruma found out about that, anyway?-- though the second Mello was off the phone, the mood in the car had invariably shifted to something far more bleak and somber.
A part of her wasn't sure she wanted to know why.
creampuffedly] & Mello [phallboy]WHERE: In Mello's car, on the way back to his place.
WHEN: March 12th, 2009
WARNINGS: Mello? This is likely going to be tragic.
SUMMARY: Duo called. Time for Mello to push away the one thing keeping him stable.
FORMAT: para
They could both use the break, she knew that much. So dragging Mello off to the beach for a few days couldn't possibly be such a bad idea, right? They were having such a good time, too.
Then Shinigami had called him, just as they were headed back in.
Why was it that everything had to explode now? The porter was in danger-- tentatively-- something had happened with the toxins, apparently, though she wasn't entirely sure about the details therein-- and now Sena had showed up. She'd garnered that much from his conversation with Shinigami.
Sena. Of all people.
Of course, now Hiruma had his hands on him and she couldn't even say that he was in the wrong to take Sena in, she'd simply not been there.
Sena'd be okay. He'd be okay. He'd be okay. She was considering, of course, the general safety of keeping Sena at Mello's place, for now-- how had Hiruma found out about that, anyway?-- though the second Mello was off the phone, the mood in the car had invariably shifted to something far more bleak and somber.
A part of her wasn't sure she wanted to know why.