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

"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."

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

"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.

"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.

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

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

"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..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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.

"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."