Mello growled faintly at the only very cursory handling by Near, reaching over and snagging the box of dice before dragging it out for a better look. The label on the box indicated that it was from a manufacturer, and there was an indication of weight beside an approximate, and dizzyingly high, dice count. Who the hell bought dice by its weight? Mello glanced up at Near's face, seeing that for the moment the other boy was focused dispassionately on his castle. Well... obviously Near did.

When Near lifted his eyes and looked at him, Mello looked right back, frowning slightly and remaining perfectly still, as if he were doing his damndest to visually pick Near apart and figure out exactly what was going on (or, frankly, what might have gotten his panties in a bunch) if he was being so aggravatingly distant and cold again. After it became apparent that Near was not going to give himself away just because he was being stared at, Mello huffed and looked down at the box of dice, pulling out a couple of them and starting to arrange them, boredly, in number sequences on the ground.

"So, are you being cold because you're a bit peeved that I had to wake up and put some clothes on? I can't have been that much of a spectacle." He nodded idly towards the screen that projected his current bedroom, stacking towers in weirdly solitaire-esque escalating number sequences. Just bored, not building yet.