hh_mirror | Owl to Mello

"Don't think you're getting out of spelling," I say falling over and laughing. "Howdy, L." I giggle a little, watching them. "I want Near..."

"Oh my," says L, slipping an arm around Matt and nudging him back into the room, so they can close the door.

"I take it you two got into Rob's product?"

"Yeah. There's loads left, if you want some."

Matt thinks L should definitely get stoned with them.

"I'm glad you came over. Thanks. And dude -" this to Mello "- you're the one who brought up spelling, not me."

...Stoned?

Near's not entirely sure what to make of Matt's owl, but in a few minutes he's knocking on his door anyway, because the idea of it makes his eyebrows shoot up.

That, and if Mello really is stoned, it just might be amusing.

They're all tangled about each other, so I answer the door. "You said I had to spell it backwards ten times, I said I would if you did it once."

I open the door and grin. "Near." I giggle and pull him in the door. "My Near," I murmur, pulling him close.

"They're stoned," L informs Near, from over Matt's head. He still has a loose hold on him. "Apparently."

Matt tugs L over towards the bed - just to sit, obviously! - before Near and Mello can claim it.

"Mello is blatantly more stoned than I am. He just giggled."

"I see." Actually, it was Mello's easy use of endearment in front of L that convinced Near of his intoxicating. "Did you instigate this?" he asks L.

"No," I giggle. "Matt and me did. He got good stuff from the only guy I'd ever get weed from. You should try it." I pull him him in the room and kick the door closed.

"I found them like this," L explains, as he settles on the bed, drawing Matt near.

"Whether you partake as well is up to you."

Matt settles comfortably against L.

"Are you going to?" he asks him, offering the pipe. "It feels nice, but you don't need to. I'm just glad you came."

Near looks at the three of them skeptically and doesn't quite frown.

"I'm not so sure it's a good idea."

"It's up to you. It's no worse than alcohol. I'm not gonna make you." I pull him over to the computer chair and sit in it before pulling him into my lap. I nuzzle into his neck. "It's very relaxing." I move my lips so I'm whispering in his ear. "I...had a panic attack. I needed it." I take the opportunity to kiss his ear. I'm not sure if he knew I had them or not.

"I won't be," he tells Matt, mock-sorrowfully, "I'll just keep a hold on you."

He's perfectly fine like this. Which is why he gives Near a reassuring smile; nothing harmful going on, just a could of stoned geniuses.

"Well, that sounds okay too."

He fiddles with the straps of his goggles. The fact he still hadn't put them down over his eyes (they're resting on his forehead) is a pretty good indication of just how stoned he is.

"Probably for the best. I don't think the house elves could handle L-munchies."

Near's seen Mello extremely anxious and upset, even if he hasn't been present for a full-blown panic attack, and he hugs Mello tightly.

"You should take notes. you might be able to get extra credit for Potions."

I nuzzle into Near's neck, brushing my lips against his throat. "I love you," I whisper in Greek.

I turn to Matt and say very solemnly, "I'm not sure the kitchens of all the pasteries in the world could handle L-munchies." And then I giggle.

To Near, I say, "There's a lot of hysterical evidence of great thoughts coming from being wasted." I would have aimed at serious, but I was already giggling.

"God, it's been years." I laugh, resting my cheek on Near's shoulder. "Would you believe I'm snuggly and silly when stoned?" I laugh again.

"I wouldn't have," L admits, settling back more comfortably and resting an arm across Matt's back.

"Mind you, I don't have much experience with illegal drugs. Not willingly, at least."

He's about to reassure L that, except in the extremely unlikely event that they go to a party (that turns out to be incredibly boring) he will not spike any of L's stuff.

But then he meets Mello's eye, and begins snickering.

"Dude. You remember that time in LA? With the guy who -" laughing now, in earnest, gesturing vaguely at his chest, "- and the - with the--"

He can't finish. He's laughing too hard.

Near gives Mello a look of mock-disapproval.

"Do share the tales of your exploits with me. It isn't fair to hold out."

"Oh yeah! Him!" I laugh. "And then there was that thing! You remember, right..."

I turn to Near and kiss his nose. "You had to have been there! It was so awesome!" Hmmm...his lips look tasty. I lean in and lick them and then kiss him. Yep, tasty.

I lean back a little and giggle before nuzzling into his shoulder again.

"You'll tell me when you stop laughing, I hope," says L, gently positioning himself so he's not in kissing range, because two of the four of them are stoned, and this has the potential to descend into just kissing rather quickly.

"God, I don't think I could," Matt says, apparently content to be held without any actual kissing. "It was like... the look on his FACE, and then he said -" laughing again, "- he said, 'oh, yeah?'"

Which is enough to set him off.

Oh dear. L seems to have the right idea; Near doesn't want Mello to get too enthusiastically affectionate.

"What an exciting adventure," he murmurs, trying to maneuver so that he's still got an arm around Mello, but actual kissing would be tricky. "Mello, you've been holding out."

"And, when he found out! Oh, god!" I add laughing.

I feel Near slipping away from me and I turn to him and pout. "I just want to hold you. If I want anything more, I promise I'll take you back to our room." I give him my best pleading face before the giggles take over again.

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