It's all *their* fault. ((open RP, Grounds))

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((OOC: Mello is having a rather bad day and is in need of time out of his room...))

This...it's just...

Despite my vocabulary, I just don't have the words to describe what this is. I want to scream, but that is utterly useless as a problem solving skill. It doesn't even relieve any tension. I can't stay in this room. He's part of this room. That's stupid. And, he's on the other side of the wall, playing his stupid video games. I have to get out of here. I grab as many chocolate bars as I can shove into my pockets. I can't deal with being in this room. I leave the god-damned notes for the god-damned study where they fell when Matt burst into the room. I can't really blame either of them. This would have come to a head, sooner or later. I just would have preferred much much later.

Outside, in the hall, I force myself to walk normally. I look in on the Great Hall, but Near is there, the room almost filled with cards. Damn it, I mutter under my breath. I know what those cards mean. Damn damn damn.

I can't stay inside. The walls remind me of cards, surrounding me, waiting to collapse. Maybe there'll be some relief outside.

((OOC: Touch is fine, just expect returns on it [your character touches Mello, he'll touch back]))

Kratos from God Of War

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( The Gods Of Olympus Have Abandoned Me )