Apr 16, 2020
@baddestdangerboy // starter.
There are things that Mello has a recollection of, vaguely -- distant memories of time in another place that is so unlike this place in many ways, yet also so startlingly similar.
His musings are cut short as he sees someone from those days, minding his own business. Or, perhaps more accurately, pretending to -- if Mello remembers anything about Badou at all.
“You son of a bitch,” he says, coming right up to him and crossing his arms, eyebrow raised. “What are you doing here?”
