MILK
One early morning at Wammy's Near, only two years old, was peacefully playing with his toys when he became quite hungry. He called for Quillish to fetch him his morning snack: cookies and milk. Quillish frowned sadly at the boy and said "…no milk" Near went madly insane at that moment. He had never heard the word 'no' coming before milk in his entire two year old life. His psycho rampage in which he destroyed every toy in his path lasted about seven minutes before Quillish finally returned from the store with Near's milk. He snuck up on Near with hushed footsteps as not to disturb his episode. He entered the room and… "MILK!" Near shouted, flailing his arms at Quillish, who was crouched down in fear; the milk splattered all over the poor man's face. Near ran to the kitchen, poured himself another glass, and quickly returned to his room to continue playing, or in Near's case to finish more of his blank puzzles. Five puzzles later, with an empty glass of milk in hand the small albino—calm and collected—found Quillish. "I'm afraid we are going to have to rid all of Wammy's of every last bit of milk." Near said confidently. "Hmm?" Quillish remarked with hidden surprise. "I must free my mind of that horrible episode, Quillish." The man looked down at Near for a short second before completing his request. That was the last day milk would ever be present at Wammy's, and no one—not even Mello, who was peeking through the door at Near during the scene—spoke of that moment. We wouldn't want to ruin Near's cool and calm façade now would we?
End.