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โธปโฑ ๐ฏ๐, ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โ๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ isn't given to those who never ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ญ but is ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฑ to those who learn how to ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ from the ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฌ.โ
หโโน ยท โโโโ โน ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ โบ ยท ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐.
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.
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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.
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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?
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โ โ โ there is a ๐๐๐ฃ๐ช๐๐ฃ๐ 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 * ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฅ, but โโโ--
โ โ โ โโ no, it's . . . it's my usual ones,
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๐ญ: '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?"
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,
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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,
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โ โ โ โ . . what I'm ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ .แ โ
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indie portrayal. dark themes. lit. / descriptive. serious / crack. written by Yami. #mvrp #deathnoterp
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?"
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."
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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.
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