"I weight that much!?" Mihael seemed alarmed, but it was likely a joke- given what had been going on already. "You feel like you couldn't weight more than 70...you're really small...I thought it was just the clothes."

Nate frowned and pulled away, wrapping his arms around himself and giving his back to him.

"...What's wrong?" Mihael blinked.

"My stupid character is supposed to be some... brat who is far too busy to eat and so he only weights eighty pounds," Nate muttered, his shoulders tense. "And of course the camera adds ten pounds, so I keep fighting to keep myself at this unhealthy weight..."

Mihael was silent before he took Nate's shoulders and looked around to see Nate's face.

"You mean you're making yourself sick?" Mihael breathed.

"No shit!" The younger boy snapped, glaring at the blonde - though Mihael could see frustrated tears in his eyes. "Its not healthy for anyone to weight this little, unless they're like... eight!"

"...You need to see a doctor." Mihael said- shaking his head. "Why are you doing this? Are they telling you to? You're going to kill yourself."

"Because apparently if I don't stay as tiny as the character needs it will void my contract and I'll be out," Nate muttered, avoiding eye contact.

"They can't do that!" Mihael frowned.

"They can if I stupidly didn't read the fine print because I was high on excitement," Nate informed, lifting an eyebrow. "Pssh... Light even offered to adopt me if I came to work there. Fat load of crap that turned out to be..."

"What!?" Mihael burst in utter shock.

"I know, right!?" Nate cried. "Probably to get my stupid social worker to let me go!"

"Hold it, that's not even legal!" Mihael burst. "Are you serious!?"

"Who cares if its legal? He can just pay off whoever!" Nate scoffed. "And besides, its not like he actually planned to do it."

"If wasn't in the contract?" Mihael frowned. "And what do you mean? He's not GOD!"

"He thinks he is," Nate laughed. "He thinks he's Kira!"

He giggled a little.