come on, walk with me into the rising tide. {keith: week 1; friday night}

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[Whenever Keith ends up returning to the hut they're sharing, Mello's already there - stretched out on his stomach on the bed, running everything he's observed tonight through the machinery of his mind. When Keith enters, Mello drops his head into his open hand and smirks up at his partner.]

Well, Keith, tell me - how does it feel to be a failure?

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[alienated]

[Keith looks downright tired when he finally arrives at their hut, ready to call it a day. With how long it's been since Haru's dismembered corpse was found, it's pretty obvious that he opted to avoid returning here for as long as he could... and with good reason. For a moment, it seems like he's going to raise to Mello's bait — he clenches his fists, fixing him a glare, ready to throw down if he has to.

... But he doesn't. He exhales through his nose, pressing his eyes shut for a second before he silently walks past him and towards his side of the hut. His jaw is clenched tight enough that he's going to crack one of his teeth if he keeps it up. Anyways??? He's not in the mood to deal with your shit, roomie.]

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[Interesting. Unfortunately, Mello isn't inclined to simply let this go.]

What, no rousing speeches? No righteous indignation? [He laughs quietly.] I'd say "I told you so," but it would be like shooting fish in a barrel - with lasers.

[alienated]

[Nah, no rousing speeches. Plenty of righteous indignation, but he's not falling for this. He won't. He can't. Patience yields focus, after all. It's like a mantra; one he clings to in Shiro's absence.

Sitting down on his own bed, he starts shaking the sand off his shoes. Now, if only there was something to be done about the speckles of blood on the sides...?]

Go to sleep. You're wasting your breath.

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I'm not tired. [And even if he were, being contrary is a lot more satisfying right now.] You do see that resisting is useless, right?