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"Thank you for finding me such a good protector, Mello," Near said, holding out a hand for his sandwich.

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I want to kiss him, but with the dog here, it's kinda weird. "You're welcome," I reply, handing him his sandwich and letting my fingers linger against his. "He needed a job, I think."

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Near strokes a finger against Mello's as he takes the sandwich. "And a very good job he's done. Whenever card towers or lego cities need guarding, Wishbone can be counted on. Did you have any trouble on the way to the kitchen?"

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I pour some milk out into a cup and shave some chocolate into it. "Just the usual of convincing the house elves I really do want just plain hot milk and cream with no sugar, and no, they can't make me hot cocoa. They seem to think all of us "Alphabet kids," as they call us, run on sugar." I stir the milk mixture to melt the chocolate then lean close to Near. Not so that he'd have trouble eating, but I still don't want to be physically alone right now.

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"Alphabet kids?" The nickname makes Near laugh. "I don't run on sugar. I don't think Matt does either. It's you and Ryuuzaki who run on sugar." With the hand not holding his sandwich, he rubs Mello's knee.

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I reach for his hand and lace my finger through his. "Seems Matt went with Ryuzaki to get cakes. And A seems to have developed a small taste for them." I neglect to mention they talked about B, too. "So, since they know we're M and N to L and A," and B, "they assume we run on sugar." I take a sip of my chocolate. "But really, the darker chocolates are better." With my thumb, I tap out they taste better on you.

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Can I be W? he couldn't help but ask.

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I should see how steak sauce tastes on you, Near taps onto Mello's hand.

"There was a W before," Near says carefully, "But perhaps you can be W now. You are very trustworthy."

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Whatever, whenever...if you really want to. Just be careful what you bite. I know he will be. I say it to tease him. "Double W, maybe? Protector of Cards and Legos." Though, if we're alphabetizing everyone, what shall I call Wednesday? A thread of a thought flickers through my head. O would be good for him.

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Yay! Wishbone returned to the bone.

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I'll bite gently, Near taps.

"But you can't run on sugar, WW," Near teases.

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Instead of answering, I rub his hand with my thumb. "He asked for chocolate, can you believe it? He's lucky I like him." I lean a little more on Near. I'm tired, actually. I take another sip of chocolate.

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I could run on sugar if I tried. And it's not my fault chocolate smells so good.

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"Meat is better for you," Near points out. "Meat, or maybe cheese."

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"Havarti is good with chocolate," I murmur, remembering that stupid question from the sorting. It's completely irrelevant to the conversation. I guess I'm more tired than I thought.

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Cheese is good. I do like cheese.

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"We will have to give you some cheese some time, as a reward for what a good watchdog you are," Near says.

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"Good idea," I murmur, my head coming to rest on Near's shoulder. I sigh. "But only if he doesn't ask for chocolate again."

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Okay then. I won't ask for chocolate. He'll just have to steal some later, and probably not Mello's. He did go back to his bone, though.

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"Chocolate's bad for dogs," Near says automatically. He looks over at Mello and hugs him close. "I think it is time for sleep. Would you like to take a nap or should I let you out?"

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A nap is good too. But I can leave if you don't want to be disturbed.

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