[While he's been waiting, Mello has been weeding. The time they spent in whatever that alternate reality was didn't halt the growth of the plants, and he's always found it better to occupy idle time with at least one other thing besides waiting. He's on hands and knees picking at weeds around a row of fruit-bearing trees when Beyond approaches. Mello glances up at him, taking in whatever small details he can glean from the other man's appearance, noting something off about his right arm, filing it away in his mind like he does with all potentially useful information.]
Over here.
[Mello pulls himself to his feet, brushes his hands off on his legs - dark jeans today, and a plain black shirt, rosary still hung around his neck, of course, his jacket slung over a low branch. He doesn't intend to attack Beyond, but his pistol is still tucked into the back of his waistband, underneath the shirt, and there are knives slipped inside his boots, as well as in the pockets of his jacket. Old paranoid habits die hard.]
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Over here.
[Mello pulls himself to his feet, brushes his hands off on his legs - dark jeans today, and a plain black shirt, rosary still hung around his neck, of course, his jacket slung over a low branch. He doesn't intend to attack Beyond, but his pistol is still tucked into the back of his waistband, underneath the shirt, and there are knives slipped inside his boots, as well as in the pockets of his jacket. Old paranoid habits die hard.]
Do you want to sit, or would you rather walk?