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“You look oh so lost,” Ardyn says, a wide grin on his face. “And so very, very young. Are your parents not wondering where you are?”

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“You look oh so lost,” Ardyn says, a wide grin on his face. “And so very, very young. Are your parents not wondering where you are?”
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Mello is dressed, as one is, appropriately for the weather. Or at the very least what he thinks is appropriate, with his leather crop top and rosary hanging down to the center of his chest. His leather pants are tight and his boots stop right below his knee, and to complete the look he has his sunglasses covering his eyes.
He nurses a coffee in one hand and holds a chocolate bar in another, content to mind his own business until he comes across a small child, sitting at one of the outdoor tables. He looks utterly confused as he stares at his city-issued cell phone, which in turn slightly amuses Mello.
“Hey,” he says, unable to stop himself. He grins, just a little, and motions to the cell with the hand holding the chocolate. “That’s a shitty selfie you’re going to take if you keep pouting.”