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[thewilltopower]

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Text; Locked; (Before Near)

[jobshadowing]

Mello. I'm bringing you an intellectual whom I suspect is barely under our own intellectuality.

[thewilltopower]

Sharing your toys with me? I’m flattered.

[jobshadowing]

Mmm no. Not a toy, though we do share the penchant to create things like dice and roleplay characters to play along with those dice. If your beguiling mood prevails as it is now, I may even invite you to play.

[thewilltopower]

Beyond, please tell me you’re not trying to make me jealous by parading your new playmate in front of me. I would be extremely disappointed in you if that were the case.

[jobshadowing]

Jealousy? Mello, you shouldn't be jealous. You and I have a connection that I don't have with them. I'll always make time for you. I suppose in hindsight I shouldn't have teased you about the game. You can be part of it, as co-contributor I believe it's my right to add whom I want.

[thewilltopower]

I'm not jealous. I would just think such a juvenile move to be beneath you.

[that's why he'd be disappointed - never meet your idols because they'll disappoint you. and this bait is so obvious, but mello decides to take it anyway, against his better judgment.]

You should tell me what sort of game it is, if you want me to join.

[jobshadowing]

That's because you have unreal expectations. It's impossible for me not to be jealous sometimes. I'm human, Mello. Very human.

It's a roleplaying game. One where you let your imagination come to the realm created by collaborative work. We will have a good time, Mello, creating characters and managing backstories. Do you want to be a girl, or a boy?

[thewilltopower]

I don’t expect you to not feel anything - I’m not the orphanage. I said I would be disappointed if you were parading out your new playmate in an attempt to make ME jealous. If you’re going to try to manipulate me, I’d hope you’d use a more clever method.

[don’t be such a basic bitch, beyond.]

I haven’t even agreed to play your game yet. I’ll need more information about it before I can decide.

[jobshadowing]

Oh... I like when Mello says these things. I feel like this is Mello saying them, especially about the orphanage. I enjoy the words like this. Exactly in that tone that I hear them in. But, sadly, it "crossed my mind" as they say, and then the idea instead that we both have fun "crossed my mind".

No, no. Mello, you're already playing. Let's keep playing, it's been a long time since there was a game to enjoy.

[thewilltopower]

Technically, I’m typing these words.

[pedantic as ever. but i like, i enjoy - those words are satisfying to see.]

Fine. Whose turn is it now?

[jobshadowing]

Do you think that Mello's voice is that forgettable? Never. That hurts. Would you forget if I stopped talking? Never.

We have to make characters first, that's the whole thing. Then we figure out the story around them and play them out. Give careful thought about who you want to be. This time, we get to pick our lives.

[thewilltopower]

[mello is one hundred percent certain that for as long as he lives (again), he’ll never be able to forget what beyond sounds like, the way he moves, the way he makes mello feel like he’s as transparent as glass with a single glance. but that would be dangerous information to reveal to the other man, even if mello is pleased by the claim that beyond finds his voice unforgettable. it’s probably a lie, he knows this, but it’s an exceptionally sweet one.]

It sounds like this game is mere escapist fantasy. What are the conditions necessary to win?

[we get to pick our lives. for people like them, trained from childhood for a single purpose, it might sound like a victory, but for mello, it’s not. all he’s ever known is the life laid out for him at the orphanage; all he’s ever wanted was to be the best. now that he’s dead and a failure, he sees nothing but solid walls in front of him. who does he want to be? he doesn’t know.]