Dead Man Walking [Mello and Near]
Who: Mello best_dresser and Near reasonisjustice
Where: Near's room
When: Shortly after both investigators' arrival.
What: Near is witholding information; Mello wants it now.
It hadn't been more than a moment since he'd recieved Near's invitation and given him a rebuttal. Mello was walking down the hall the moment he'd seen the little twit's room number. The residue of a powerful anger was still burning brightly on the edges of his vision. It was difficult to swallow it down. He had half of a mind to back-hand Near the moment that he saw him, just watch the thin boy fly across the room. But he knew that that wouldn't get him anywhere. The truth was that he'd never forgive himself for hurting him like that- not after having resigned himself to die for the brat. He shook those thoughts from his mind, and he continued down the ship corridors. This was interesting, at the very least. Right now, Near was his priority, and he would put exploration aside for the time being.
Leather bound fingertips ran over the outside of the door as he checked the room number. This was it. His fingers brushed over the gun that was tucked away in the waistband of his pants. He was glad to have that at least.
"Near. Let me in." He called.
Where: Near's room
When: Shortly after both investigators' arrival.
What: Near is witholding information; Mello wants it now.
It hadn't been more than a moment since he'd recieved Near's invitation and given him a rebuttal. Mello was walking down the hall the moment he'd seen the little twit's room number. The residue of a powerful anger was still burning brightly on the edges of his vision. It was difficult to swallow it down. He had half of a mind to back-hand Near the moment that he saw him, just watch the thin boy fly across the room. But he knew that that wouldn't get him anywhere. The truth was that he'd never forgive himself for hurting him like that- not after having resigned himself to die for the brat. He shook those thoughts from his mind, and he continued down the ship corridors. This was interesting, at the very least. Right now, Near was his priority, and he would put exploration aside for the time being.
Leather bound fingertips ran over the outside of the door as he checked the room number. This was it. His fingers brushed over the gun that was tucked away in the waistband of his pants. He was glad to have that at least.
"Near. Let me in." He called.