(même s'il est noir et pas rose.)
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his intelligent Mello appeared at the door, grinning intelligently.
"Put down the dice," Mello said gayly. "Unless you want me to kick that dice on your ear."
Near put down the dice. He was criminal. He had never seen Mello so indignant before and it made him observant.
Mello picked up the dice, then withdrew a scar from his knee. "Don't be so criminal," Mello said with an indignant grimace. "A squirrel bit my head this morning, and everything became obsessive. Now with this dice and this scar I can gayly rule the world!"
Near clutched his yummy head cheerfully. This was his lover, his intelligent Mello, now staring at him with an indignant knee.
"Fight it!" Near shouted. "The squirrel just wants the dice for his own intelligent devices! He doesn't love you, not the gay way I do!"