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[coordinated_n]

So, Mello's gone. Lost. Not his any more.

Near is sitting on the kitchen floor, in a bit of a state of shock.

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[near_your_enemy]

N stands in the doorway for maybe a minute, just watching. Animal crackers could wait. Milk could wait. It had been too long, and not long enough since he'd last seen Near--N wasn't exactly keen on trying it again. And yet--

And yet.

"What the hell are you doing on the floor?" It comes out as a sneer--good. He likes it that way.

[coordinated_n]

"Is that you, N?"

[near_your_enemy]

"You expected anyone else?" He moves quickly into the kitchen, sighing at his luck, before trying to crawl up onto the counter again for his animal crackers.

[coordinated_n]

"Not really. It's almost always you, isn't that strange?"