[Mint]

"Aye-yah..." Mail sighed- shaking his head. "You ever have a FaceBook?"

[Uke]

"It was created in 2004," Near informed, still frowning deeply. "And we don't have the internet at Wammy's. I was curious as to what it was... so I used Nate's phone to google it."

[Mint]

"You set up a FaceBook?" Mail beamed. "So what's the update?"

[Uke]

"I did not 'set one up'," Near informed as they finally moved to step off the elevator. "I glanced at N-"

He paused as he saw the groups of people. They were still partying, even as the sun was coming up.

[Mint]

"Oh wow!" Mail hummed. "You feel like becoming an adult?"

He moved over and leaned on the rail- looking down at the crowd and laughing.

[Uke]

As he turned back, he saw that Near had pressed himself against the back wall of the elevator.

[Mint]

"Woah, hey?" Mail stepped back in and knelt beside the boy. "What's up?"

[Uke]

"I don't... I don't like crows..." Near whispered, his shoulders tense as he covered his ears to try and block out the music. "Or loud sounds..."

[Mint]

"But this is a party." Mail replied, reaching over and scooping the little boy up.

[Uke]

"Wh- HEY!" Near cried, struggling in the redhead's hold a little. "I would appreciate being released!"

[Mint]

"Then I'll have to drop you off in the party room." Mail shrugged.

[Uke]

Near's eyes slowly began to widen. "Mail wouldn't dare-!"

[Mint]

"Okay, first of all, it's pronounced mile." The tanned boy said before he smirked. "You wanna dare me?"

[Uke]

Near appeared surprised for a moment, before he frowned. "Mile?"

[Mint]

"Yep, that's how you say it." Mail nodded. "So...have you only seen my name in writing then?"

He grinned.

"Did you sneak a peek?" He asked.

[Uke]

"I already informed Mail that I had looked at Nate's phone," Near groaned. "In which he had received several very... interesting text messages from Mail. It is also how I know that Mail is not a real redhead."