Just because it's my fault... ((closed RP, Mello, Near))

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I hate talking to L. I hate it. He's obnoxiously 'I'm so much better than you' and I can't stand him. I wish...I wish...

But, he makes Matt happy.

Matt, the other weight on my mind. Had I pushed him too far? Did I finally, after years of friendship, go too far?

But, it's Matt. He always forgives me.

But, L hates me and...

And, my head is intent on blinding me. God damned silent charms. Why can't I get them down wihtout getting migraines?

Near's in the window seat, studying. "Hey," I say miserably as I fall face down on the bed.

Open Rp: Disruptive and Unrepentant

[we-shall-see.livejournal.com]

 Is it possible to be so bored you die?  No.

Is it possible to be so bored you long for the days you were under cover orchestrating military coups drinking unpasturized goat's milk wearing a hat that looked like a tea cozy and probably infested with fleas?  Strangely enough, yes.

Is it possible to whistle the Queen of the Night's aria?  Gust is doing his level best to find out.  Rudely enough, in a library (albeit, in the back shelves, searching for books with the rudest curses he can possibly find, this side of the Restricted Section.)