[Mello wears away at his chocolate bar with his tongue, watching the white-haired boy move around on the screen. Truthfully, he didn't expect too much out of this post, but his attempts are crashing and burning far quicker than he'd expected.
He's going to need to re-think this.
Though he doubts the boy will pay much attention to him, he types up a quick reply.]
Hey, look, your friend's just in search of whatever happiness he can grab onto in this place, and he doesn't wanna hear any trash-talk. I get that. But that's not really the point I was trying to make.
What I'm trying to say is that it's not my style to sit around and pretend while the people in charge have God-knows-what planned for all of us. I'd just like to make up a plan of escape and put that on the fast track, all right?
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He's going to need to re-think this.
Though he doubts the boy will pay much attention to him, he types up a quick reply.]
Hey, look, your friend's just in search of whatever happiness he can grab onto in this place, and he doesn't wanna hear any trash-talk. I get that. But that's not really the point I was trying to make.
What I'm trying to say is that it's not my style to sit around and pretend while the people in charge have God-knows-what planned for all of us. I'd just like to make up a plan of escape and put that on the fast track, all right?
[He's still not sorry.]