The first day, Mello steps out onto the deck of the house he's sharing with L and Near and finds a plain bottle of black nail polish sitting on the railing. This ... seems a little suspicious, but maybe that's just because Mello has been bred for a certain level of paranoia and distrust. This isn't the first time objects have suddenly appeared at their house without fanfare, but upon inspection, it seems like nothing more than a perfectly ordinary bottle of nail polish.
Mello pockets the bottle and takes it inside to his room, then sets it up on the windowsill next to the Hope's hula girl and stares at it for about fifteen minutes. Satisfied that it isn't somehow strange, he takes the bottle down from the shelf, gives it a good shake as he moves to a sprawl on the bed, unscrews the cap, and begins carefully applying a coat of polish to his thumbnail.
two. L and near.
Well, this is fairly disgusting. This time, when Mello steps out onto the deck, the thing sitting up on the railing is a paper bag full of something, and the label is too water-damaged to make out anything except a single letter - L. Mello is pretty sure he doesn't want to inspect the contents, but he does so anyway, face scrunched up with disgust when he sees that what is inside is food, or it used to be, before it was overtaken by mold.
The big question, of course, is what to do with it next. He could ignore it, leave it out here, but it's not in his nature to leave things for someone else to take care of. He delicately picks up the topmost edge of the paper bag, holds it a respectable distance in front of himself, and marches back into the house, making a beeline for the kitchen trash can.
mello | closed to casa wammy's
The first day, Mello steps out onto the deck of the house he's sharing with L and Near and finds a plain bottle of black nail polish sitting on the railing. This ... seems a little suspicious, but maybe that's just because Mello has been bred for a certain level of paranoia and distrust. This isn't the first time objects have suddenly appeared at their house without fanfare, but upon inspection, it seems like nothing more than a perfectly ordinary bottle of nail polish.
Mello pockets the bottle and takes it inside to his room, then sets it up on the windowsill next to the Hope's hula girl and stares at it for about fifteen minutes. Satisfied that it isn't somehow strange, he takes the bottle down from the shelf, gives it a good shake as he moves to a sprawl on the bed, unscrews the cap, and begins carefully applying a coat of polish to his thumbnail.
two. L and near.
Well, this is fairly disgusting. This time, when Mello steps out onto the deck, the thing sitting up on the railing is a paper bag full of something, and the label is too water-damaged to make out anything except a single letter - L. Mello is pretty sure he doesn't want to inspect the contents, but he does so anyway, face scrunched up with disgust when he sees that what is inside is food, or it used to be, before it was overtaken by mold.
The big question, of course, is what to do with it next. He could ignore it, leave it out here, but it's not in his nature to leave things for someone else to take care of. He delicately picks up the topmost edge of the paper bag, holds it a respectable distance in front of himself, and marches back into the house, making a beeline for the kitchen trash can.