No one picked up, and the ringing suddenly cut off. When he called back once more, it went straight to voicemail, and Mello realized someone had turned Nakago's phone off. Something Nakago never did. Mello's own cell phone dropped from his hand and he stared at the floor blankly, heart pounding in his temples, completely at a loss.
Mail (he had been convinced by now that this really was his own cat after all) crawled into his lap and Mello's gaze shifted to the animal dispassionately. He shoved Mail away roughly, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to say he was unwelcome.
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Date: 2011-07-18 10:23 am (UTC)Mail (he had been convinced by now that this really was his own cat after all) crawled into his lap and Mello's gaze shifted to the animal dispassionately. He shoved Mail away roughly, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to say he was unwelcome.