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badfic_manor2010-09-24 04:32 pm
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25th Blast || Mello || [In Person]
[Mello's in the safe house, wrapped up and struggling to breathe just like everyone else, with one difference. He can't move his shoulder without bringing a wave of excruciating, nauseating pain. He's trying to hide this but the constant pain in his shoulder is getting to be a bit much.
The explosion that left a good fourth of his body covered in third degree burns destroyed much of the tissue of Mello's left shoulder. Ever since then it had been wracked with pain. He got used to it and rehabilitated himself. But the cold that was one thing that brought out the pain like nothing else. Ironically in the cold it throbbed and burned like it had when the wound was fresh but it felt like it was coming from the inside out rather than from some external force.
By today, Friday, it had gotten to the point that Mello is trying not to move any part of his aching left side. He is considering immobilizing his arm somehow but can't think of how to do it without drawing attention to his predicament. So instead he sits, a look of agony crossing his face every so often that he scowls away.]
The explosion that left a good fourth of his body covered in third degree burns destroyed much of the tissue of Mello's left shoulder. Ever since then it had been wracked with pain. He got used to it and rehabilitated himself. But the cold that was one thing that brought out the pain like nothing else. Ironically in the cold it throbbed and burned like it had when the wound was fresh but it felt like it was coming from the inside out rather than from some external force.
By today, Friday, it had gotten to the point that Mello is trying not to move any part of his aching left side. He is considering immobilizing his arm somehow but can't think of how to do it without drawing attention to his predicament. So instead he sits, a look of agony crossing his face every so often that he scowls away.]
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And the chocolate?
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[He gives her an expectant look]
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[Mutters]
Fuck the butler
[to Heather]
There might be a bar in the rations.
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[Sigh.] If I go look, will you stop being a dick?
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[Raises his eyebrows. Yes, he can promise anything.]
Sure.
[Will he actually stop being a dick? No. But she doesn't need to know that yet.]
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And you're such a liar. But I'm going to do it anyway because we might all die here and I don't want one of my last actions on fake earth to be stooping to your whiny emo level.
[She disappears and comes back with a chocolate bar, which she tosses at him.] Might wanna warm it up by the fire, it's pretty solid.
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Sure, it that makes you feel better. It's not like the butler isn't the goddamn sketchiest thing is this place.
[Holy crap solid chocolate! It's been almost two weeks! Mello wraps the bar in his blankets hoping to soften it a bit.]
I don't whine and I'm not "emo."
[He says the word "emo" with particular dislike]
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[She rolls her eyes.] Right. That hair and those clothes and you're not emo. And okay, maybe "whiney's" not the right word. "Pissy" totally is though. Whatever. I've done my duty.
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My hair and clothes are not "emo" that's fucking insulting! I like my style and there's not a goddamn thing you can say about it. I like black leather. [It's sexy B|]
[He's a bit touchy because he hasn't been able to really deal with his hair in two weeks and he knows that his manicure probably looks horrible under his gloves.]
And I don't give a damn if you think I'm pissy.
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[Eye roll.] Okay, I take back the thing about not being whiney. That was just whiney. Enjoy your chocolate, asshole.
[Stomps off. :|]