[For such a lady, Adeline has quite a mouth on her, doesn't she? If Mello weren't in such a state, he would find it admirable. A world away from the skittish thing he met in the forest. It's because they're currently in her domain, he knows. And his weakness upon seeing L has proven him to be no threat tonight. Right now, he's a broken thing; the cards are in her hands as far as their interaction is concerned.]
[Though she might not be quite the lady. Is that liquor she's slipping into her tea? Amusing. Mello can't afford to ask for some. He's never been much of a drinker, and he needs to be in a clear state when his mentor wakes.]
[Dulled eyes are staring down at the cup, now. He supposes he should be grateful for any hospitality at all, given the manner in which he showed up at their door. But Mello has never been a humble thing, and he doesn't intend on changing that any time soon. Instead of thanking her, he proceeds to sweeten his tea to near-unbearable levels (a trait he shares with L, she might notice) before taking the first, scalding sip.]
[It burns. Good. It should. Everything burns right now.]
[When he does lift his eyes, it's with a questioning glance.]
Being a witch hasn't changed who I am.
[And there's his answer. Mello is no gentleman. Or at least he's never attempted it. No point.]
You dislike me.
[The grin is half-genuine. Half-mocking.]
Yet you invite me to your table and prepare tea. You haven't protested me sticking around until this is resolved.
[The slightest arch of a pale brow beneath jagged bangs.]
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Date: 2019-11-04 04:31 am (UTC)[Though she might not be quite the lady. Is that liquor she's slipping into her tea? Amusing. Mello can't afford to ask for some. He's never been much of a drinker, and he needs to be in a clear state when his mentor wakes.]
[Dulled eyes are staring down at the cup, now. He supposes he should be grateful for any hospitality at all, given the manner in which he showed up at their door. But Mello has never been a humble thing, and he doesn't intend on changing that any time soon. Instead of thanking her, he proceeds to sweeten his tea to near-unbearable levels (a trait he shares with L, she might notice) before taking the first, scalding sip.]
[It burns. Good. It should. Everything burns right now.]
[When he does lift his eyes, it's with a questioning glance.]
Being a witch hasn't changed who I am.
[And there's his answer. Mello is no gentleman. Or at least he's never attempted it. No point.]
You dislike me.
[The grin is half-genuine. Half-mocking.]
Yet you invite me to your table and prepare tea. You haven't protested me sticking around until this is resolved.
[The slightest arch of a pale brow beneath jagged bangs.]
Why?