Near: It costs 0$ to be nice
Mello: *Actually* it costs 50$ per word and I really don't care for it




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Near: It costs 0$ to be nice
Mello: *Actually* it costs 50$ per word and I really don't care for it
@lastcardstanding replied to your post:
When Light is tired of people making puns on his...
“If I have to put up with Titanic, you get to put up with being made Light of.”
“Beware of lighters, Near. They come in handy if you have to kill a bug.“
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we stan..... a pouty baby
lastcardstanding replied to your post: For the kink meme: L.
“You called?”
“Of course it has to be you, you pervert.”
Lastcardstanding is such an amazing blog tho?? Like, 11/10 mun and 11/10 portrayal, I'd die for them
@lastcardstanding,someone has something to tell you!! ❤
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[Text: Whatcha doing]
[txt] yo nrer im.coming obrr
[txt] order pizza
[txt] 30minsish
Matt, texting and driving while drunk? It's more likely than you'd think.
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Alix phased through the wall and into the main control room of the SPK headquarters.
“Hey Near, do you have-?”
Only to find that no one was there.
She looked around. The computers were still on, which meant that at least one person had to be in the building.
“Hello? Anybody?”
Nothing. Except...
Is that...Is someone crying?
Somewhere, a faint whimpering could be heard.
Throughout her time as a shinigami, Alix had become very familiar with the sounds humans made when in distress, eventually learning to distinguish the difference between noises made in pain, fear, anger, or all of the above.
Which is why she was very surprised to hear what were almost certainly the cries of a frightened child. And the only person she knew of that even came close to a child (while also having access to one of the most highly secure facilities on the eastern seaboard) was...
No...There’s no way...
She stepped further into the room, letting her ears guide her to a desk tucked away in a back corner, where underneath it sat a ball of pale limbs and white PJs.
“Near...?”