[Jealousy has always been — will always be — an issue for Mello. Whether or not he decides to act on it at any point is up in the air; he fully understands that multiple Bonds are commonplace. He already knows that the bond between L and the SQUIP goes far above a business agreement; they made that clear from the moment Mello stepped foot into their home. And really? There are no romantic intentions towards L; the thought is outright degrading. But Mello is a selfish thing, and the possibility of L prioritizing the SQUIP is something that already weighs heavily enough on him for it to be an annoyance.]
[And hell, it hasn't even happened yet.]
[He only nods at L's response; tomorrow, then. Before his mentor has the chance to change his mind. While unlikely, anything is within the realm of impossibility, and Mello? Well. He's just impatient. He would do it now if it were solely up to him.]
Mm.
[A hum of acknowledgement. What's done is done; there's nothing else to say on the matter, is there? Neither one of them can possibly predict exactly how this will play out, but Mello — the eternal child — has high hopes concerning their future in this arrangement. He's finished drinking; L is becoming a bit blurry around the edges, so he removes his hand from the glass altogether before carefully rising from his seat.]
[His movements are visibly slower. Languid. Eyes a bit lazy. He makes his way around the table with well-planned steps, hip bumping the edge ever so gently before he acts on pure impulse (isn't that what he does?). The blonde leans down near his mentor, moves in to press lips against the other's temple before L can possibly retreat. Maybe he'll pull away; maybe he won't. It's not sexual in the least. At least that's what he tells himself.]
[They're simply sealing a deal. Nothing more, nothing less.]
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[And hell, it hasn't even happened yet.]
[He only nods at L's response; tomorrow, then. Before his mentor has the chance to change his mind. While unlikely, anything is within the realm of impossibility, and Mello? Well. He's just impatient. He would do it now if it were solely up to him.]
Mm.
[A hum of acknowledgement. What's done is done; there's nothing else to say on the matter, is there? Neither one of them can possibly predict exactly how this will play out, but Mello — the eternal child — has high hopes concerning their future in this arrangement. He's finished drinking; L is becoming a bit blurry around the edges, so he removes his hand from the glass altogether before carefully rising from his seat.]
[His movements are visibly slower. Languid. Eyes a bit lazy. He makes his way around the table with well-planned steps, hip bumping the edge ever so gently before he acts on pure impulse (isn't that what he does?). The blonde leans down near his mentor, moves in to press lips against the other's temple before L can possibly retreat. Maybe he'll pull away; maybe he won't. It's not sexual in the least. At least that's what he tells himself.]
[They're simply sealing a deal. Nothing more, nothing less.]