[If Mello always appears to be just on the edge of anger when he enters the Library, it's only because he can't remember a time in his life where he had to make time to study.]
[Things were so different back then, weren't they? Cornsilk-haired child curled up in a corner chair with materials spread in front of him, sometimes studying by the light of a single lamp long after the rest of the House had fallen asleep. Studying was his priority, a means to an end — as it is now.]
[But now? There is no one providing a roof, no endless access to online resources to aid his research. There are no snacks to steal from the kitchen at two a.m. and there ... is no space on this table.]
[His brows furrow as he tucks his own books against himself with one arm (Advanced Pyromancy: Divination by Fire, Protection Spellwork Vol. II, among four others), as he sweeps the mess aside with the other. Nothing that would knock these precious books to the ground, only enough to — ]
[Oh.]
[Quietly, he sets his books down, draws a chair far enough away from L so he isn't looming; and what does it matter? How many times has Mello fallen asleep in the library.]
[But L looks. Well. Off.]
Oi, [Comes with the nudge, and Mello purposely rattles the bag of snacks he's brought with him for this session.]
D. Aefenglom - Coven Library
[Things were so different back then, weren't they? Cornsilk-haired child curled up in a corner chair with materials spread in front of him, sometimes studying by the light of a single lamp long after the rest of the House had fallen asleep. Studying was his priority, a means to an end — as it is now.]
[But now? There is no one providing a roof, no endless access to online resources to aid his research. There are no snacks to steal from the kitchen at two a.m. and there ... is no space on this table.]
[His brows furrow as he tucks his own books against himself with one arm (Advanced Pyromancy: Divination by Fire, Protection Spellwork Vol. II, among four others), as he sweeps the mess aside with the other. Nothing that would knock these precious books to the ground, only enough to — ]
[Oh.]
[Quietly, he sets his books down, draws a chair far enough away from L so he isn't looming; and what does it matter? How many times has Mello fallen asleep in the library.]
[But L looks. Well. Off.]
Oi, [Comes with the nudge, and Mello purposely rattles the bag of snacks he's brought with him for this session.]