Jan 20, 2013
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"Oi, open up," he growled, cheek pressed to the worn door of his partner's latest hideaway. He kicked at the base for good measure, his arms too full of assorted boxes to announce his presence properly.
What's with all the Debbie Downers lately?
I mean, really, what the hell? What's the worst that could happen? Interrogation? Prison? Hah! 'Ve had worse.
You lot don't know what you're talkin' about. Everythin's gonna be hunky dory. You'll see.
Near! Today is Mello's birthday! Have you talked to him today? O:
Once again, I apologize for coming across this message so late.
Like I said, no I had not spoken to him whatsoever.
AREN'T YOU GONNA WISH MELLO A HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUHH???
I apologize for viewing this message almost two days late.
No I had not wished Mello a happy birthday, I was much too busy,
Almost twenty minutes later--one should've guessed that that would be the case, as he'd never exactly been one for punctuality, even in the most dire of situations--found the redhead stomping through the halls of the famous Hotel Carter, both arms laden with an assortment of loaded plastic bags.
He'd made it to the third floor before he realised he'd never been given the room number.
Welp.
Texting was always a chore with his gloves on, but there was no way he was about to set down any of what he was carrying just to peel one off. Instead, he opted for the route he tried to avoid as often as possible.
Flipping open his outdated pay-by-the-minute phone with a flick of his wrist, he hit the speed dial with his bottom lip. It was impossible to mess up, as there was only one number in the device's history.
"C'mon mate..."
[SMS] Chocolate. You know the brand.
[SMS] Naturally. City is teeming with shops, too. See you in 10.
[SMS] Hotel Carter, West 43rd St.
[SMS] About bloody time. You need anything?
Alright, so...
... I was wrong. Big whoop.