badfic_manor | 28th Blast || Mello || [Accidental Video/Voice]

[Mello is in his and Matt's room. His hair is pulled back into a high messy ponytail. Mello's sleeves are rolled up (yes, he's wearing a long sleeved black t-shirt, he's cleaning the room and will not ruin his leather doing so.) He has been vacuuming the small room incessantly, tired of all the dog and cat hair from the previous week. It is not a difficult task, but Mello looks far from calm not to mention the fact he's been doing it for several hours. He hasn't spoken to his ghost yet even though he's locked himself in a room with him. Nor has he spoken much to L or even Matt. Now that night has fallen and the Blackberry has turned itself on, however, the other Wammy Boys will recognize the spirit watching Mello. Their keeper and in many ways creator, Quillish Wammy. L's handler and collector of genius orphans. And one of the people Mello hated most in the world.

Mello is continuing to ignore the ghost although Wammy's lips are moving marking slow easy, although unheard, speech. Mello turns off the vacuum and begins to wipe down the desk. It's not that Mello enjoys cleaning, it's just that he feels to sick and nervous to stop, to show understanding, to even try to leave the room]

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[B edges closer to Mello and away from A like a cat shying away from something that scares it.]

I am better than you.

I don't think I have to repeat myself.

[And suddenly B is diving under Mello's bed like a scared cat, disappearing into the shadows for a moment, and then popping his head back out the way he had gone in, glaring at Mello.]

I will kill Mr. Wammy, as well.

If you find a way to you're more than welcome.

[And Mello might just mean it]

You barely knew Mr. Wammy. If he is your ghost, then Roger is still alive. I would like to kill him, too.

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