He was fighting a losing battle trying to act normally. By the time Sephiroth turned back around to set the bowl on the table, Mello had drawn his legs back up, curling up in the chair with his arms around his knees.
He stared at the bowl of frosting for a minute or two before finally reaching over to dip a finger into it and taste it tentatively.
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Date: 2011-06-21 06:22 am (UTC)He stared at the bowl of frosting for a minute or two before finally reaching over to dip a finger into it and taste it tentatively.