An idea I cam up with watching a youtube video… It reminded me of Mello.
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How did he get himself into these situations?
This is what Matt thought vaguely, hands in a surrendering position as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. The cold steel barrel of a gun was pointed at his forehead, which a very angry blonde with an unhealthy obsession of chocolate was holding.
Matt's PSP lay shattered on the floor.
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Bullet from not-so mellow Mello.
The redhead gulped as the blonde's gloved finger twitched towards the trigger. A leather glove, of course. Just like everything else the blonde was wearing. Tight leather shirt, leather pants so tight it's amazing that anything could fit in it, much less Mello. Speaking of which…
"Alright, alright. Even though you're dressed like one-"
Another twitch closer to the trigger.
"-I mean, even though it looks a little like you are dressed like one, it doesn't mean you're a cheap prostitute…"
Mello nodded in satisfaction before returning the gun back to it's rightful place in his pocket, which Matt had no idea how it fit in there. Matt grabbed his pack of cigarettes and his DS along the way out the door. As soon as he opened it, he paused, wondering if really valued his life…
"…It means you're a high priced one."
And with that, Matt sprinted out the door to the nearest convenience store.
"MATT, YOU BASTARD!!!!"