[Oh, no no. Now is not the time. Mello's nerves are on edge; his anger is something that will quickly boil over if he doesn't gain entry. He recognizes the girl who answers the door — her voice — as the skittish thing he met in that dream that wasn't a dream at all.]
Look, bitch.
[He slams his fist against the door. Hard. There will be no diplomacy. No one has the right to keep him from L. It doesn't occur to Mello that his blatant near-rage at the situation isn't going to help him in; there's no time for formalities. L is in there and he's out here, and if he has to smash that fucking window — ]
I've no issue with you.
[Unless, of course, she fails to grant him admission.]
I know what happened. I need to see him. Don't make this worse than it already is.
[Because Mello? Will absolutely make it worse if he isn't allowed inside. They'll be speaking of him in whispers for years after; how he left a mark so prominent that his name will become synonymous with fear.]
I'm here for him, not you. Open the door. I don't care who you think you are to him.
[Actually, he does care. Who does she think she is?]
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Date: 2019-10-29 08:25 pm (UTC)Look, bitch.
[He slams his fist against the door. Hard. There will be no diplomacy. No one has the right to keep him from L. It doesn't occur to Mello that his blatant near-rage at the situation isn't going to help him in; there's no time for formalities. L is in there and he's out here, and if he has to smash that fucking window — ]
I've no issue with you.
[Unless, of course, she fails to grant him admission.]
I know what happened. I need to see him. Don't make this worse than it already is.
[Because Mello? Will absolutely make it worse if he isn't allowed inside. They'll be speaking of him in whispers for years after; how he left a mark so prominent that his name will become synonymous with fear.]
I'm here for him, not you. Open the door. I don't care who you think you are to him.
[Actually, he does care. Who does she think she is?]