*โ ข ๐•ด could ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ live the way ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ want. I'm gonna ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’š and just do โšž๐–’๐ฒ ๐–™๐–Ž๐–’๐–ŠโšŸ ยท โ‹†๊™ณ ๐Ÿšฌ

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โธปโ™ฑ ๐‘ฏ๐’†, ๐ฐ๐’‰๐’ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’š. โ›๐•๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ isn't given to those who never ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ญ but is ๐—ฎ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ to those who learn how to ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ from the ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ.โœ หšโ‚ŠโŠน ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ€น ๐•ธ๐’†๐’๐’๐’ โ€บ ยท ๐‘ด๐’Š๐’‰๐’‚๐’†๐’ ๐‘ฒ๐’†๐’†๐’‰๐’.
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It could have been a great chance, his chance to insist further, injecting far worse theories about what could have possibly happened. Mello can forsee the consequences of a shocking truth, if that's Light's case, if he truly took the wrong painkiller. โ†’
โ €โ €โ €and now that he was trying to remember, it only seemed like his memories were ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ him. โ €โ €โ €๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ต .แŸ his eyes close, as he places a hand over his head. it hurt too much to think any harder, but he tried. โ€”
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โ€” "Sleep. You need at least nine hours of rest, you'll be fine and safe from doubts and unwanted side effects." Mello's empathy had nothing to do with his tone, free from judgment; he didn't forget who he's talking to. 'Let's see what happens after you wake up. โ†’
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โ€” I might be wrong, but if I'm right...it can be another useful information gained effortlessly', a thought he keeps secured into his head, regardless of his gaze communicating his satisfaction.
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"Hmm . . . " It made perfectly sense to Mello, who's studying that visible panic transformation Light's features. "You mentioned white capsules. Think harder, weren't they smaller, rounder pills? โ†’
โ €โ €โ €there is a ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ช๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š look of panic on light's face for a few moments, trying to recall the exact sequence of events. he is trying not to let his thoughts become purely * ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ, but โ€”โ€”โ€”-- โ €โ €โ €โ›โ €no, it's . . . it's my usual ones, โ€”
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๐Ÿ’ญ: 'Painkillers, huh? Bet you took some weird shit intead.' Eyebrow raised; Light's doubts are saying a lot. "Can you remember the exact shape and colour of the painkillers you took?"
he can ๐™จ๐™š๐™š that mello doesn't believe him and ึด ๐–ค ึด ๐–ค ึด ๐–ค  he's almost questioning himself. * ๐Ÿ’ง โ €โ €โ €โ›โ €i ๐™™๐™ž๐™™๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ drink anything; i am sure of it. โœ even if no one asked for confirmation. โ›โ €i did take some painkillers. i hope it'll do the trick.โ €โœ
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"Mhm, that must be breaking your skull if you can't speak properly. Take something." He still struggles to believe him. ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ
genuinely holding back literal TEARS. trying to stay tuff. โ›โ €of course not. i don't drink. i just have a bad headache. โœ
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Outside of the vehicle, Mello gets rid of his leather jacket, throwing it onto the driver's seat before locking the car: it would only get in his way, his matching vest is all he needs. " . . . . " At that question, Mello's first response is a sharp glare, โ†’
โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € sato is quick to unfasten his seatbelt as he leaves the vehicle first . โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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โ€” reason why he's grateful for the messy way Sato is consuming the sandwiches! "You can have my sandwiches as well. You'll need to make sure that thing won't crumble on our shouders." He stretches out his right arm towards a farmhouse, its roof partially crumbled, โ†’
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โ€” finger pointing at that specific area. "The items we'll need are buried underneath the only accessible room. Then, I'll ask you to run back here, to the car, as fast as you can."
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๐Ÿฆ‡ ๐•ธ โ”€โ”€ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ ๐•พ๐’–๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’๐’“๐“‚ƒเฃชห–๐Ÿฉธ retweeted
ใ€“เผ„เผปยจ*:ยท โ–บ โ €โ € โ €โ I ๐™†๐™‰๐™Š๐™’ . . โ €โ €โ €โ € . . what I'm ๐˜ฟ๐™Š๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ .แŸ โž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐Ž๐‹. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ–ฐโ—ˆโ–ฑ indie portrayal. dark themes. lit. / descriptive. serious / crack. written by Yami. #mvrp #deathnoterp
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He spent the whole day on the couch, paying the consequences of his last excess. It's late evening when he finally moves. "Man, what time is it?"
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He retracts his hand immediately, widening his eyes out of a visceral embarrassment: the building's lights, partially covered with the car itself, hide the rosy tint that's growing on his face. "Yes, we are, safe and sound." โ†’
Mattโ€™s eyes flutter open slowly. He looks a little disoriented, the veil of sleep hanging over his features as he rubs his eyes. He doesnโ€™t startle, however, which is all Mello could ask for. โ€œโ€ฆWe already there?โ€ He asks, a yawn escaping his lips. He quickly tries-
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โ€” he mutters, redirecting his focus towards the food bags. Oh, Mello, contain yourself. He didn't see that. (Right?) "It took me twenty minutes to drive here, the pace of your breath was slower for just ten. You didn't slept much, but that's better than nothing. โ†’
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โ€” Would you like to drink some coffee before we go?" There's always a can of coffee between the drinks Mello carries with him, even though his consumption is very limited.
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