[Fair enough. For now. Mello takes in the information, becomes momentarily annoyed at the directions; didn't he say he didn't need them? His pride is vast and unnecessary, but Kira should know at least the first part of that equation. Maybe a stab, maybe an attempt to appear "helpful." Either way.]
[He finds it with a bit of difficulty. Rushes, even. The need to show up first comes before anything. Light will find him sitting alone at a table, idly flipping through a menu. Mello knows nothing of Light's age or what he does or doesn't know; assumes Kira knows his face. His hair is pulled back into a tight tail at the back of his head; stolen, large sunglasses obscure his eyes. And he intends to leave them on. He can't give away emotion. Not now.]
[Not ever.]
[Waiting, waiting, one leg thrown up, ankle resting over the knee of the opposite leg as he leans back in the uncomfortable seat.]
no subject
[He finds it with a bit of difficulty. Rushes, even. The need to show up first comes before anything. Light will find him sitting alone at a table, idly flipping through a menu. Mello knows nothing of Light's age or what he does or doesn't know; assumes Kira knows his face. His hair is pulled back into a tight tail at the back of his head; stolen, large sunglasses obscure his eyes. And he intends to leave them on. He can't give away emotion. Not now.]
[Not ever.]
[Waiting, waiting, one leg thrown up, ankle resting over the knee of the opposite leg as he leans back in the uncomfortable seat.]