It was strange, being pulled from what he was accustomed to. And for what? Absolutely nothing. This must have been one of those days when Mello would get all pissed off. He didn't have the courage to question his actions. Instead, he decided to follow his orders like he always did. This was something he could get used to.
Mail Jeevas was sitting on the dry grass while facing the direction of the lake. He was too busy playing his Nintendo DS that he didn't know somebody was heading in his direction. He was already bored and sick of staying outside. He spent most of his life indoors playing video games all day and helping Mello out. To him, this was probably the cruelest thing that Mello has ever done. Was it because he had touched him in an inappropriate manner, or was it because Mail wasn't paying much attention to the men he was spying on? Whatever had happened, he hoped that Mello would feel better soon.
Mail was about nineteen years old. He had brown hair and blue eyes, which were usually shaded with his white goggles and yellow lenses. His skin was a light shade and his body was slender. The male had on a red and black, long sleeved striped shirt. His pants were blue and he had black boots on. A lit cigarette was hanging from his lips as the smoke filled the air. People always told him that it was a bad thing to be smoking. But if he did care, he would have already stopped by now. He didn't care about dieing. He wasn't afraid of death. If he wanted to do something, then he would do it. Well.. unless it was disobeying Mello, of course. There were a few things that they didn't agree on, but he always stuck by him no matter what. They were actually very close.
After a few moments of sitting down, Mail Jeevas decided to get up and find Mello again. Perhaps he was allowed to go back inside now. Mail looked down at his watch and realized that three hours had already passed. But as he was beginning to get up, he could feel something from behind being pressed to the back of his head. He already knew what it was. He held one of his own after all.
