[25 // video // 13 September]

[want_the_world]

[Mello hardly ever uses video, but he's rather proud that he came out of a battle with a Witch with only minor injuries to show for it: the bandages on both his forearms are the extent of the damage.

Near was slightly more worse for the wear, but he is the one who had to consume a Witch soul. Now he's awake and on the mend, and though Mello hasn't yet left his clinic bedside (the IV stand and bed railing, but not Near, are clearly visible behind Mello), there are public service announcements to be got out of the way.]

Yesterday, my partner and I defeated the Witch Isabella, and became the newest Death Scythe pair.

[He permits himself the closest to a real smile most people are ever likely to see from him, which skews slightly wicked before he speaks again.]

We might have broken the Grand Canyon a bit in the process. Sorry.

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[want_the_world]

[It's amusing, and strangely charming, how Near's trying to keep from just wolfing down the whole croissant. Just for that, Mello's willing to give him another, not that he'll admit it.]

Mm-hm; I'm the worst. That's why I'm not feeding you any more junk food until you promise not to overdo things.

[Which means resting right now, even though Mello's intensely curious how much control Near can exert over his new powers, and which ones he can do at will even in his current state. Non-ideal conditions aren't easy to replicate, and they're not always going to be going into a fight perfectly rested and well: sometimes they'll be as exhausted as they both are now and still need to survive.

But there's such a thing as taking preparedness too far.]

[cardfortress]

[Near pouts slightly at that, not even bothering to react in a more subtle manner; he has other priorities at the moment, like eating and resting and making sure Mello stays by his side. Contrary to what his partner is implying, however, he has no intention of overdoing things, not at the moment, when his powers are still significantly unstable. As much as it annoys him to do so, he can wait until he actually feels back to normal to start experimenting in earnest.]

I promise not to overdo things, [for now, is the implicit message, but he knows he doesn’t have to say that. He shifts in his seat so that he’s leaning back more comfortably-- moving very carefully, but not as gingerly as before-- his eyes never leaving Mello’s as he does so.] Now it’s your turn. Where is my food?

[want_the_world]

[A deal's a deal, though Mello would rather have got something healthy into his partner. He gets another chocolate croissant from the bag.]

Fine.

[He moves his chair closer to the bed, and holds the pastry out to Near, a not-so-subtle way to manoeuvre closer. Near is significantly better than he was only yesterday, but the careful way he's moving has certainly not escaped Mello's notice.]

I'm going to make you sleep when you're done with that.

[cardfortress]

[That is quite far from being a subtle move, but Near can’t talk, not when he’s acting just as unsubtly: his fingers brush against Mello’s when he reaches for the pastry, and then he shifts closer to the edge of the bed, because getting closer to his Meister is higher on his priorities list than eating a second croissant.]

Fine, [he echoes, and although he’d rather stay awake and do something, he can feel how heavily tiredness is settling in all over again. But he isn’t the only one who needs to take care of himself.] But you need to eat, too.