'cause we're only several miles from the sun

[near_your_enemy]

N flicks off a bit of lint from his sleeve with a distasteful frown, sitting rather morosely on the chair.  He wouldn't readily admit that he was bored, but frankly, he was bored.  Origami was fluttering around him, but it couldn't really hold his interest for that long.

Of course, now that he was living with Mihael (temporarily, he reminded himself

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*Meile rolls his eyes, and readjusts his grip slightly, letting Mihael do what he wanted. The only thing he's worried about is his goggles, at this point, because he's noticed the strap is getting old-- he just can't bear to get rid of them.

But that was another thought entirely. Sigh, N was in this room.*

[near_your_enemy]

N's gaze flicks up at the sound of the small fists beating against the door. His eyes narrowed in apprehension before he made his way slowly towards the door and opened it a crack, his eyes searching over the both of them.

Well, it wasn't Light. Still. The child was--oh, shit. Shit. No.

N opens the door the rest of the way, discontent laced along his features as he looks toward Mihael, before raising a challenging gaze toward Meile.

"...yes?"