The man dropped his spoon. Mello smiled at him. Slowly, Matt lowered the box back down. Why did he do that? Now Mello would continue to think he had superpowers. Man, Matt was just making this worse. What was he going to do now? He supposed that he could continue this facade. It was a pretty bad idea, but better than the other options. "See L! I told you."
So this was the L that Mello had called earlier. Why was his name a letter? Humans were so odd now a days. L picked up his spoon and continued eating his cereal. "So it seems."
Mello's face fell. The blond boy muttered something and left the room. Matt thought about following him, but decided against it. He floated through the back door into the backyard. Unlike the front yard, the grass was neatly trimmed and rows of blossoming flowers fluttered in the breeze. Matt wondered who took care of the garden, while leaving the front so messy. There was a porch swing, and Matt sat on it absentmindedly. This was the most interesting thing to happen to him since he went to Pax Prime a couple years ago. And gaming conventions didn't last as long as this might.
Matt was curious about this family. When he had been alive, he was an orphan, and constantly moving from home to home. Something about this house seemed peculiar. No normal family would have computers everywhere and such an odd atmosphere. If he stayed long enough, maybe he figure out what was going on. That was another question. He wasn't sure how long he should stay. A plan of action would be the best thing to do. Sooner or later, he would have to confront Mello. Or maybe not. He could just leave without a trace at some point, but there was no fun in that. Plus, he would feel bad about leaving Mello with no explanation of what happened. That, in turn, could psychologically damage him.
He paused in his swinging to look inside the house through the glass door. A boy with white hair stared at him through the glass. Matt held his breath, and then realized that the boy was staring at the moving swing. It was a still evening with no wind, and nothing that could have moved the swing. The boy made one last look towards the swing, then left. This family seemed odder and odder. It wasn't natural for a boy to have white hair, so he must have dyed it or something.
Matt floated back inside the house. By the looks of it, Mello was now having dinner with the boy. Matt leaned against the wall and listened. "Look, Near, you can ask L. He saw it! I don't know why it didn't work when I tried to show you."
Oh. Matt didn't think that Mello was going to try it again soon, and it front of someone. This was probably the worst thought out plan he had ever had.
The dinner was just some sort of salad. Mello had a chocolate bar next to his plate, and took a bite every so often. Matt wondered if he had some sort of health issue.
"I don't think it's superpowers. I think it's a ghost," Near said softly.