"Hey. Hey Near. Pst. Near."
Near turns around slowly, white Persian cat ears twitching, "Can I help you Matt?"
Matt is half behind his door holding a bowl of milk. He shakes it. The here kitty, kitty is so heavily implied Near almost corrects Matt. Instead he just looks from the bowl back up to the eager redhead's face.
"Matt if you wish to hang out with me you can simply ask." He finally says, exasperated when Matt doesn't get the point of his rather pointed look.
"Well…do you want to hang out with me?" Matt opens the door to his room.
Near's eyes narrow slightly, "The last time I accepted, you and the hellion tore my clothing."
"We can go to your room!" Matt says, stepping out, still holding the milk.
Near's expression tightens but he really doesn't have anything better to do and he does love milk- as much as he does not want Matt to know that at this point. "Fine."
Matt grins hugely and follows Near back to his room, milk in tow. The albino boy does not even spare the treat a second glance. As much as he does love cat things he's mildly insulted. The bowl is set between them on the floor when they sit down.
"I know you want me to drink that." Near finally says, after a moment of awkward silence. "And I want you to realize I can get my own milk at any point from the kitchen."
"Yeah but… like, do you want it? I added cream and stuff." Matt is completely undeterred by the irritation in Near's voice.
"…" Near sighs. Clearly Matt has no ill intent. "Yes. Fine."
A cup is retrieved as well as a straw and the creamy milk is transferred into a much more dignified vessel before being consumed. Matt is delighted.
"Do you want me to bring you more stuff? 'Cause I will I think it's so cute that you're a cat- well, human, but also a cat- anyways-"
There's a loud bang and door to the room bursts in and Mello stands silhouetted in the hallway light. Matt shrieks. Near's ears flatten down, his sipping unaffected.
"I knew I'd find you here!" Mello bellows dramatically, his voice seething with betrayal.
Near rolls his eyes, Mello is completely ridiculous.
"Mello nooooo! I'm sorry! I thought you were busy! You know you're my best friend! He's just a cat to me!" Matt says from his knees.
"Just a cat to you? You know we don't get along! Whose side are you on?" Mello demands, crossing his arms tightly.
"Your side! Yours! Mostly yours…"
"Mostly?!"
"I want a cat!"
"He's not a cat he is NEAR!"
"He is a cat Near!"
The sound of a straw sucking the empty bottom of a cup penetrates their argument as Near finishes his drink, "Please, kindly, have your arguments elsewhere. I know it seems like this isn't true but I really do have a limited number of white shirts to wear. And I'd like them to stay intact."