#restiituo

  there’s something funny about standing on the steps of near’s condo, stuck in the haze of his own mind. matt couldn’t decide whether his feet led him down the street out of pure laziness to travel back to his own home or simply as another subtle act of pettiness. 

  right now, it was definitely a little of both. 

  after his last cigarette was nothing but a butt in the ground, matt realizes time had passed. damn. he was sick of idling around the housing ward and honestly his cheek still hurt from earlier. he nearly forgot how much physical strength mello actually had in his body. 

  lips purse as he stares down at his phone, considering his options. while the chances of being welcomed were spotty, matt decides to test his luck anyway. besides, he hadn’t seen near in a few days. it’d be good to check up on him, see if he needed anything and maybe lounge on his couch until he felt like going back home. or got kicked out.

Mello hadn’t gone running in a long time. He used to do it all the time -- at Wammy’s, and when he was with the mafia -- it used to calm him down. After the explosion he’d found that he didn’t have time for it, always chasing down leads and staying up late, subsisting on chocolate and caffeine and alcohol.

Here, though, things were going to be different. Mello had the time to go back out for a run, vent his frustrations through the pounding of his feet against the ground. He had put on his leggings, then very short shorts on top as well as a sweatshirt to keep him warm -- in short, he looked part ridiculous and part serious about exercising. He shoved his hands in the pocket of the sweatshirt and opened the door from his condo, ready to face the early morning on his own.

And it was incredibly early. Though Mello wasn’t a natural early or late riser -- blame it more on his propensity for insomnia -- he’d noticed that people simply weren’t out this early in the day. He walked out to the street and started to stretch, not hearing a single soul around him. It was just him, his thoughts, and the cold air that tickled his cheek.

As he straightened his back and heard a few little pops, he yawned and closed his eyes. In the otherwise silent morning he could hear a door being opened. His eyes opened and he turned around, eyes widening for just a moment before realization hit him like a bag of bricks.

   considering the circumstances, it was a huge understatement, but what else was he going to say? with the raging winds and rain that stormed through archimedes, it was a miracle that matt even made it to near’s place at all. now his clothes were sopping wet from the downpour and the whole ward’s power kept flickering between on and off, with no sign of stabilizing. should’ve figured it was about time for the city to show its crazy colors.

  remaining in the kitchen, matt continues to dry himself the best he could, giving near a quick look over as he did so. ironically enough, staying inside seemed to keep near safe and he’s glad for it. they weren’t all accounted for, however, and that’s what keeps him on edge.  

  ❝ thought mello would already be here too. you hear from him at all? ❞

He didn’t expect to see a child out here by himself, but that’s really not any of his business! Unlike other people he knows, he doesn’t dig into people’s personal lives, so he’s not going to say anything boring or rude. Instead, he takes a seat on the ground across from the white haired boy and smiles at him.

Having the ability to fly with her parasol again was super convenient; it made carrying her knapsack around much easier! However, there were some things that she couldn’t carry while flying around. (Bags of mulch and stepping stones specifically). Not only wasn’t she strong enough to carry such things, but the parasol also couldn’t handle that much weight. Though in spite of that, she always found a way to get what she wanted, where she wanted it.

At the moment she was attempting to cart a box of stepping stones towards her flower-field. She had placed the box on top her pink skateboard and was pushing it through the cherry blossom trees. The ideas for the flower-field that Steven had suggested before were great, but executing those ideas were easier said than done. 

It seemed My Melody’s energy was finally running on empty. Sweaty and tired, she lost her balance and then she fell forward. “OOF! ...Yaaan...” The skateboard rolled on a bit further before stopping. If she couldn’t get the stones to the field by herself, how did she plan on setting up the stone pathway? “...My Melo can’t go on...not like this..” A bit dramatic.

          ❛ Aha, are you okay?  ❜

@restiituo​​— various reactions. ( not accepting. )  ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them

  in the midst of coming back from a trip to the mall, the overcast took a turn for the worst, bringing on a sudden downpour. to be fair, the weather held up nicely since their departure. even the sun peaked through the clouds earlier. matt, being the way that he is, never bothered looking at weather reports unless it stared at him in the face. maybe he should have.

  or maybe spring was just a tiny devil disguised in seasonal allergies and rain. 

  ❝ shit— c’mon, near. gotta pick up those feet before the rain completely soaks through our clothes. ❞  from behind, matt keeps close, using his slight height advantage as an attempt to keep near from getting drenched. he wasn’t close to being a proper replacement for an umbrella, but it was the best he could do under their unfortunate circumstances. 

-- send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse playing with their hair. (accepting)

Mello doesn’t plan on falling asleep, but here he is. His arms are crossed in front of him, his head laying down gently and his breathing evening out; it had been almost a full twenty four hours since he’s slept last. 

Working on the case that his job had asked him to take on was no where near as stressful as what he was used to, but he has to admit, he is bone tired. As he’d poured over the case files and drank the last of the coffee he felt himself doze off, and for the first time in a while let himself drift.

It doesn’t take much, however, for Mello to wake up; he’s always been a light sleeper. But the feeling of a hand in his hair is enough to startle him, and he whips around lightning quick and slaps the hand that was touching him.