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"I hate it when you do that." "I know you do." "Why do you do it?" "Because you hate it." I watched the blonde's expression change from one of placid annoyance to just flat-out pissed off. His face has this way of doing it that makes it so goddamn funny, though- his eyes get all squinty, and his jaw sets, and his face turns this color kinda like my hair. Through this amusing face, though, I can tell he's seriously annoyed. "Seriously, Matt?" He raises an eyebrow. I smirked at him and paused my game, leaning back against the couch with my arms behind my head. "Yes, Mello. I do it simply because it irritates you. I want nothing more than

Mello looked at the roof of his bedroom. He was bored. It was annoying. Horrible. It was also 3 o'clock am, stinking hot and the only sound in the room was Matt's deep breathing. Mello sighed. Then he heard a light pattering going down the hall near his room. He hoped out of bed and lightly walked to the door, not wanting to wake his friend. He opened it up and tip-toed outside, He was very surprised to see Near leaning out the window outside his room. "Near, what are you doing!" Mello asked. His voice was a whole lot colder than he expected , or wanted, it to be. This always happened. He always acted like this around Near. Colder and ha