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Mello waited impatiently beside a wilting plant that seemed to dislike his company.

The fern was stripped of its leaves ten minutes before Matt arrived via a sluggish march up the clanging stairwell. The vandal perked up and greeted the wearied redhead the way he was famous for.

"Hello, Matt! I've been waiting for a while for you to get back! I'm Mello, staying with my grandma for a while, next door, you know her?"

Matt looked as though he wished the goggles hooding his eyes were glasses so he could tilt his head forward and slide them down his nose in disbelief. Instead, he picked at the strap uncomfortably and mumbled, "Nice to meet you, Mello, progeny of the progeny of....

"Bruhilda, but you can call her Missus Dahlia, Hillary, or Grammy, if you bake her some cookies."

"Right. Sorry for being rude, but I've had a long day. Maybe tomorrow we could talk or something..."

"Oh. Why don't you come over for dinner, so you don't have to go through all the trouble of making your own?"

"Well, I just had something in a cafe-"

"Great! See you at...six?"

Matt nearly made the mistake of disagreeing. Instead he muttered an affirmative resignedly.

Mello beamed and pretended not to notice when he shut the door rather violently and screamed.

Though, he could have sworn he heard crimson hair being ripped out.

Shrugging, he tottered through the door to Brunhilda's apartment, letting his five-year-old cherub appearance slide in favor of his real form.

His skin itched all over. Apparently, he didn't channel innocent cub too well.