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[leatherrr]

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The chip malfunction is old news; I'm more interested in the sky. Did anyone get a recording of that on their communicator or snap a picture or something? I don't remember the exact moment all that well

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[leatherrr]

[This is starting to become a ridiculously familiar scene for him; entrance of the high school, tracking movement on the street outside as far as his eyes can strain.

Then again, it's a convenient meeting spot--perhaps one of the safest spots in the entire city, both by experience and hearsay, and one of the few places with working electricity.

Still, what the hell did 'neutral' mean? He doesn't even know this guy, so it's a baffling bit of terminology. Baffling isn't Mello's cup of tea.

Oh well. Nothing to do but wait. Which isn't to his taste either, but he's been doing a lot of that in Discedo.]

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[playboybyday]

[For someone that's been living in a place like this for a few months, he looks very well put together. Clothes are neat and clean, hair carefully styled-- he looks like he just walked out of an expensive penthouse and not some dank warehouse.

He spots Mello and the well practiced charming smile settles itself on his face, one hand slipping into the pocket of his trousers, thumbing idly over his communicator.]

Get here alright? [The question is simple enough, lighthearted even, but the way he asks it gives his words a loaded feel.]

COMMENTLOG.

[leatherrr]

[Well, now he feels underdressed. Fuck that, he's never really been one for the starched and pressed look, anyway. At least Latimir has water.

He does raise an eyebrow at the entirety of the greeting, though; not having expected quite this type of fop to stroll on over from wherever he popped out of the ground.

There's something about the guy, too, something he can't quite put his finger on...]

Shouldn't I be asking you that? [lazy half-grin that doesn't really reach his eyes] I practically live here, anyway.

COMMENTLOG.

[playboybyday]

[There's a lot to take in, and his eyes are a lot busier than his casual posture lets on. Mello's young, younger than him at least, though it's quite clear that the mental and physical ages don't line up.

He tries not to think to much on the other's scar, as it reminds him too much of Harvey. (Harvey who's here but not-)]

Me? I get around well enough.

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[leatherrr]

[He nods, and at that instant it hits him--the thing about this guy, is that he's seen that face before... well, not the exact face, but he remembers the general impression of it from the watery lines of an old photograph, and--

What the hell does that mean?

Until he figures that out, he can't let on. The grin, curling into a smirk, doesn't slip.]

Sure seems like it. I guess we should talk further in? I think there are seats down the hall. [Moves away from the wall, hands in pockets.] I'm Mello, by the way.

COMMENTLOG.

[playboybyday]

Interesting name.

[Not particularly, he's certainly heard stranger. It sounds more like a nickname anyway. He smiles casually, smoothing his fib over neatly.]

I'm Bruce, Bruce Wayne.

[It's now that he watches the other carefully for his reaction. There's been plenty (an unfortunate amount really) of people that have known him without actually knowing him; and as unsettling as it was he would like to know if this was another.]

COMMENTLOG.

[leatherrr]

[The guy's too smooth. Mello's not impressed, but he's also seen enough to be wary.

And coming on the heels of the other realization, the fact that this is Bruce Batman fucking Wayne is almost anticlimactic. Robin and now Batman; he wonders if they've met.

A beat, and--]

This city's full of Japanese and Americans. [He laughs, and they're near what probably used to be the front office, because there are plastic seats at the side; he gestures and steers them over.] So what about this picture you've got?