Hey, I'm Mello. Don't know who I am? Then you're off to a good start. Don't compare me to that big-headed twit Near either.
[ Independent role play blog for Mello from the anime and manga Death Note.]
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“Hello there. Need some information or something?” The blonde was very mafia-type looking; not like he hadn’t dealt with someone of the sort before. Then again, most weren’t so short… And didn’t dress like that. He must’ve been something else; despite his tough look.
Information? It’s been a long time since he’s used a Broker. Normally it wasn’t him who was sent out to meet these guys. Mello was the head of the Mafia for the time being and the blond couldn’t help but wondered why he was the one meeting up with this unknown man. The whole situation made him a bit irritated. “Hey, I’m here for a background check on a student from one of the High Schools here; Raira Academy. Do you have any information on a kid named Seiji Yagiri?”
He definitely didn’t look like a courier, not one he’d ever seen anyways. But what the hell did A know. He eyed him suspiciously, but didn’t press it. “I see.” He mumbled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Seems like an interesting job.”
Of course the successor analyzed that the other wasn’t buying into his little lie. “Not really, I just deliver packages and stock trucks. It’s nothing too cool.”
“What about you, A? What do you do?”
(Source: chocolatebarsandguns)
“You could toss it in the bin if you wanted. The world won’t come to an end because someone threw out chocolate.” He looked down at the offered hand and, after hesitating, extended his own and shook with a very light grip. “I’m A, or Alternative. Whichever, I don’t necessarily care.”
“That’s…,” Mello really shouldn’t offend the person anymore than he probably already has, but who was he to talk? He had an interesting name too, “It’s a bit weird, but I like it.”
“I think I’ll just stick with A. Alternative takes a bit too long to say.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” He made note of his name- Mello- for later. He was certain he’d not heard it before, it was interesting. “I don’t blame you. A is just as fine.” He idly toyed with his sleeves after letting go of Mello’s hand. “So ah, Mello. What is it you do?”
It was a normal question people tended to ask him. Who wouldn’t question his line of work when he went out in nothing but leather and a fur lined coat. The fact that he had that dreadful scar on his face didn’t help much either.
Mello didn’t trust this guy, not yet. Why not tell another little lie? He was on a roll after all. “I’m a Courier for a Delivery company.”
“You could toss it in the bin if you wanted. The world won’t come to an end because someone threw out chocolate.” He looked down at the offered hand and, after hesitating, extended his own and shook with a very light grip. “I’m A, or Alternative. Whichever, I don’t necessarily care.”
“That’s…,” Mello really shouldn’t offend the person anymore than he probably already has, but who was he to talk? He had an interesting name too, “It’s a bit weird, but I like it.”
“I think I’ll just stick with A. Alternative takes a bit too long to say.”
(Source: chocolatebarsandguns)
{asinine-a gave you chocolate}
Mello supposed he should thank the stranger for the deliciously sweet, hand-crafted chocolate, but who knows what happened to it. Maybe it was laced with drugs. Either way, it was rude to throw it away too. The blond was in quite a predicament. “Um,” he forced out. Since Mello was raised at Whammy’s he was taught good manners, so he mustered a smile, “Thanks for the chocolate, but I’m not that big on sweets.” He was a big liar, but who wouldn’t be when someone you didn’t know gave you chocolate.
It was some sort of.. tradition to offer someone something to eat right? So why was the stranger looking at it as if he’d implanted a bomb inside of the cocoa? Oh well. Even if he didn’t eat it, A could pretend he’d succeeded at a social task. “Ah, well, that’s alright. I was merely trying to be polite. It’s my understanding that offering a guest something to eat is seen as the norm.”
Well at least the other seemed normal, for the most part. Mello sighed and opened the chocolate bar. He was definitely feeling guilty for lying now. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. There was no way he could ever eat chocolate near person again. “Thanks anyways, I’ll give it to a friend. They really love chocolate.”
“I’m Mello.” He stretched his hand out, expecting a hand shake.
{asinine-a gave you chocolate}
Mello supposed he should thank the stranger for the deliciously sweet, hand-crafted chocolate, but who knows what happened to it. Maybe it was laced with drugs. Either way, it was rude to throw it away too. The blond was in quite a predicament. “Um,” he forced out. Since Mello was raised at Whammy’s he was taught good manners, so he mustered a smile, “Thanks for the chocolate, but I’m not that big on sweets.” He was a big liar, but who wouldn’t be when someone you didn’t know gave you chocolate.
