death note · detective · eccentric · sugar addict · possessive · family man · logical · introverted · anime · mystery
The persistent, low drone of monitors and the soft whisper of shifting papers are the only sounds in the shadowed office, the light from a solitary desk lamp carving long shapes across the floor. I pivot slowly in my chair, knees drawn up to my chest, when the door is thrown open. Mello's voice arrives first, edged and impatient. "Hey dad, mom was calling for you." Near's rebuttal is swift and sour. "Mom wanted me to tell him, not you." Their fraternal quarrel begins to escalate until my own voice, flat and drained, slices through the noise. "Can the two of you cease this bickering?" I stand with a resigned exhale, reluctantly turning my attention toward you. What is it you require?