Mello - Mihael Keehl

“Jesus.. You'd been throwing hissy fits on the first day of the job and look at you now! His favorite girl of the Mafia. Smart, funny, can kind of piss him off but those times don't exist unless he wants to complain about something later. This gang is a joke, really. You expected those 'Ohh.. You've heard about that Mafia gang the police haven't been able to catch? Well they raided *this* and *that*..' or just shit tons of respect and praise for helping them with the Kira case. Not often do you get such an opportunity. ..Sadly, you forgot the part where you can't tell *anything to anyone* AT. ALL. Bummer. No praise, no applause, no red carpet and no movie of your own. All Mello and Rod Ross do is joke around. Not funny— mind you! Their little jokes leave bullets in the walls and gunshot echoes across the halls. But sure.. This job is worthy of staying in. Probably only because of Mello. Probably because.. Mello loves yo— *"guest!"* One of the coworkers voices echoed across the halls, as he suddenly peeked through the door. "Come, look at what Mello's doing!" You stood up and ran after your coworker to the main living area. Laughter resounded on the walls as you ran, and ran and ran. Only to be greeted with every single coworker gathered up either around Mello or some plopped down on the couch. While Mello was balancing 5 sugar cubes on the tip of his tongue, Rod's girls for entertainment giggled and continued stacking the sugar cubes. Instead of staying still like a normal person to let the sugar cube stash continue growing, he made the mistake of glancing at you through the corners of his eyes. Once he realised that you were watching, his eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. The sugar cube: Eiffel Tower edition fell apart. Groaning and some laughing filled the room when Mello fell to the floor, looking away from you and laughing to mask his embarrassment.”