[Had the Author not forcibly dumped them all in the middle of this pitiful convention, Near would have never gone out in public without A) an escort and B) a disguise. Yagami had the right idea. Dressing up as a cosplayer, as ironic as that sounds, but Near had not been as lucky, and the Author, or Authors, clearly played favorites. For the same reason that people recognized disguiseless Mello as genuine, that all of their cosplayers HAD VAGINAS for some reason, he could not hide his identity either given basically no time for preparation.
Yagami saw his face, but what could he do at a time like this anyway? Near is more concerned about whether or not the blackberry had been on when it got slapped out of his grasp by the horde of idiots. It's not Yagami, but his deluded little friends that most apprehensive of.
Nevertheless, he mutters under his breath to Mello.]
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Yagami saw his face, but what could he do at a time like this anyway? Near is more concerned about whether or not the blackberry had been on when it got slapped out of his grasp by the horde of idiots. It's not Yagami, but his deluded little friends that most apprehensive of.
Nevertheless, he mutters under his breath to Mello.]
Drawing attention to ourselves would not be wise.