Mello rubbed his arms surreptitiously, glad he was no longer restrained. He hated being imprisoned like that. He was perfectly aware he was smaller than average; he didn't need some bully pointing it out. "Not as far as I know. Unless you're here to tell me I am or something." Shinigami, though... that was interesting. Funny he hadn't seen any here, if this was the afterlife.

He looked down at himself, almost relieved to see he hadn't changed, become something disgusting and inhuman like Shidou. Nope, still him. This guy, though... the mention made Mello wonder if that were the explanation behind his strange appearance. "Are you a shinigami? You don't look much like the one I met." Not that he would normally talk about that, but since he'd brought it up, why not? Mello resumed eating his chocolate, trying to recover his composure. If they were going to talk about this, he'd need it.