Mello turned in his arms, back facing Sephiroth though he didn't resist being pulled closer. He was too exhausted and bordering on a depressive apathy to do anything else but try to at least turn away from him and not look at the bastard. "They're my things to begin with," he pointed out flatly.
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Date: 2011-06-25 09:34 am (UTC)