[for Ritsuka! and, uh, a million eavesdropping people]
Well, that had been a fantastically productive night. So productive, in fact, that they'd very nearly made it to the main hallway.
The only night in which Mello had accomplished less was the evening he spent on the radio with L. He wondered if the connection was significant: did overly observant people interfere with the flow of time by analyzing every goddamn irrelevant detail? But Matt and his History club crew had accomplished plenty the night before, and Matt wasn't one to overlook anything--as long as there wasn't a game boy in his hand. There must be a variable that Mello hadn't considered.
When the nurse handed Mello a neatly folded pile of clothing, he looked at her warily. Shouldn't the institute want to keep its patients recognizable, the way prisoners on work detail always wore colored vests? Civilian clothing would make it easier for one of them to slip away unnoticed, but Landel must have considered that. A test of some sort...as if there hadn't been enough of those yet.
Mello quickly buttoned up his cotton shirt before following the nurse to the buses. If his clothes were supposed to help him blend in with the general population, it seemed like Doylestown was having a twenty-four hour pajama party.
He accepted his bag breakfast and sat down on the first available bench, watching for the person whose description he'd read on the bulletin yesterday evening. For the first time in his life, Mello wasn't completely certain that he wanted the answers to his questions...but he sure as hell wasn't going to let Near get them first.
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Well, that had been a fantastically productive night. So productive, in fact, that they'd very nearly made it to the main hallway.
The only night in which Mello had accomplished less was the evening he spent on the radio with L. He wondered if the connection was significant: did overly observant people interfere with the flow of time by analyzing every goddamn irrelevant detail? But Matt and his History club crew had accomplished plenty the night before, and Matt wasn't one to overlook anything--as long as there wasn't a game boy in his hand. There must be a variable that Mello hadn't considered.
When the nurse handed Mello a neatly folded pile of clothing, he looked at her warily. Shouldn't the institute want to keep its patients recognizable, the way prisoners on work detail always wore colored vests? Civilian clothing would make it easier for one of them to slip away unnoticed, but Landel must have considered that. A test of some sort...as if there hadn't been enough of those yet.
Mello quickly buttoned up his cotton shirt before following the nurse to the buses. If his clothes were supposed to help him blend in with the general population, it seemed like Doylestown was having a twenty-four hour pajama party.
He accepted his bag breakfast and sat down on the first available bench, watching for the person whose description he'd read on the bulletin yesterday evening. For the first time in his life, Mello wasn't completely certain that he wanted the answers to his questions...but he sure as hell wasn't going to let Near get them first.