[Apologies are worthless; Mello would neither offer nor accept one. What's important is that he's gained entry, and the look with which he regards her is both frustrated and impatient. He'll follow, because there's no threat here; from what he gleaned from the network and this girl's demeanor, no one here is out to harm L. Or so he wants to believe. Doesn't mean he won't be on guard, though.]
Don't ever attempt to come between us again, you understand?
[Muttered. He has no intention of attacking or causing an unnecessary scene. But his pride will always overwhelm all else.]
You've no idea what you're fucking with.
[A low level witch, but that's inconsequential to what Mello would do if someone attempted to keep him apart from his mentor. Dead and revived; what he sees before him is a stark imitation of the former. Immediately, he stops in his tracks, braces himself. But it's not enough — shouldn't he have prepared himself? — and his heart picks up in his chest quickly enough to cause the smallest of pangs beneath his ribs.]
[He throws a glance at Adeline; he's already said what needs to be said. And she doesn't need to witness what's about to happen. No one should be here, really.]
I need a moment.
[Because he's staring at death with a chest that rises and falls; and Mello's knees are less than a second away from buckling. She might pick up on the catch in his throat when he speaks; she might not. Doesn't matter.]
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Date: 2019-10-30 03:20 am (UTC)Don't ever attempt to come between us again, you understand?
[Muttered. He has no intention of attacking or causing an unnecessary scene. But his pride will always overwhelm all else.]
You've no idea what you're fucking with.
[A low level witch, but that's inconsequential to what Mello would do if someone attempted to keep him apart from his mentor. Dead and revived; what he sees before him is a stark imitation of the former. Immediately, he stops in his tracks, braces himself. But it's not enough — shouldn't he have prepared himself? — and his heart picks up in his chest quickly enough to cause the smallest of pangs beneath his ribs.]
[He throws a glance at Adeline; he's already said what needs to be said. And she doesn't need to witness what's about to happen. No one should be here, really.]
I need a moment.
[Because he's staring at death with a chest that rises and falls; and Mello's knees are less than a second away from buckling. She might pick up on the catch in his throat when he speaks; she might not. Doesn't matter.]