[Even during 'casual' conversation, Light's words are poison. They cut deep into Mello like a threat: even the simplest of suggestions. It's taking all he has not to leap over the table and wrap his hands around the other man's throat but.]
[One: he has a connection to establish here. Two: Kira is now not only a devil, but a Witch. More dangerous than before, notbook or no. So Mello will respond and act accordingly. In the end, it's always been a deadly game, hasn't it? He's memorized most of the menu (remembering text has always been one of his strong points) and if Kira wants to approach and fuck with him?]
[Well.]
[Mello rattles off two-thirds of the menu to the server, no specifications. His posture is relaxed, his tone casual. He's watching Light as they frantically scribble down his order. He'll eat almost none of it; he's got a figure to maintain, after all. Besides, M has never had too much of an appetite. Too much adrenaline; too much anxiety.]
no subject
[One: he has a connection to establish here. Two: Kira is now not only a devil, but a Witch. More dangerous than before, notbook or no. So Mello will respond and act accordingly. In the end, it's always been a deadly game, hasn't it? He's memorized most of the menu (remembering text has always been one of his strong points) and if Kira wants to approach and fuck with him?]
[Well.]
[Mello rattles off two-thirds of the menu to the server, no specifications. His posture is relaxed, his tone casual. He's watching Light as they frantically scribble down his order. He'll eat almost none of it; he's got a figure to maintain, after all. Besides, M has never had too much of an appetite. Too much adrenaline; too much anxiety.]
[Casually, cooly: he glances at Yagami.]
I don't like chicken.