"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.

"...You mean like...for real?" Mihael blinked. "He sounds like a nut!"

The albino frowned. "No, not for real... I was making a joke..."

Mihael blinked.

"...You mean...the whole thing or just the Kira thing?" Mihael asked.

"...The Kira thing," Nate deadpanned.

"But you delivered it seriously." Mihael blinked.

"Its called 'sarcasm'," Nate commented, rolling his eyes.

"He said, stating the obvious." Mihael frowned- looking put-off.

Nate frowned back, looking a little tense.

There was this awkward silence that carried on longer and longer as they stared at each other, dislike and anger between them.

It was almost as if they were their characters, though Nate wasn't sure if the sexual tension he was feeling was one sided.

"...You need to talk with someone about this contract thing." Mihael finally broke the silence and broke the eye contact. "Otherwise he'll just run you for all you're good for."

"Talk to who?" Nate mumbled, dragging his own eyes away as well. "He'd probably pay them off and the only person on my side is Mail. Probably because he thinks he'll get laid."

"Well, I'm on your side." Mihael replied firmly.

Looking surprised, Nate turned to look back at the blonde. "W-what...?"

"I said, I'm right behind you." Mihael nodded.

"...Why?" Nate asked, eying the blonde.

"Because it's wrong!" Mihael burst. "Someone's taking advantage of you!"

"Um... so?" Nate offered, lifting an eyebrow. "You barely know me."

"So?" Mihael frowned.

"Do you normally defend people you don't know?" Nate asked.

"Well...no, but..." Mihael blinked.

Nate slowly turned and climbed down off the bed, careful not to turn on the stove as he used the top of it to hop down.

"...Where you goin'?" Mihael asked.

"Bathroom," Nate said, moving over to leave. He paused and turned to look at the blonde. "The one in here doesn't work."

"And you got Jewed on the trailers!?" Mihael burst.

"At least its bigger then yours~!" Nate sing-songed teasingly as he left, pulling the door closed behind himself.