A small blonde child balances precariously on the edge of the counter, reaching around desperately in the top cupboard that his seven year old arm can barely reach, even on tiptoe. His face lights up, obviously having found what he was looking for.
"Mello, what are you doing?" Mello tumbles to the floor, landing in a heap. Matt peers down at him through his too big goggles. "That was pretty stupid. And they count you as a genius." He shakes head, as if appalled at adults judgment of what constitutes genius. Mello scowls.
"There was a sixty percent chance of me not falling, but you snuck up on me! You're very lucky I at least got my chocolate bar, otherwise I'd hurt you." Matt just laughs and helps him up.
"Come on. Rodger finally got me that new game I've been asking for and I want a partner."
"Hi Mells." Mello tumbles to the kitchen floor. Matt walks over, expecting the other boy to scowl at him. But instead he looks up in tears.
"There's no more chocolate," he sobs.
"Well then go ask for more silly." Mello brightens.
"Oh right." He runs down the hall to Roders office, knocking on the door and not waiting for an answer before entering. Rodger looks up.
"Yes Mello?" Mello pulls up his sweetest smile.
"The kitchens ran out of chocolate again."
"Nope. I ordered a box of ten six days ago ago. If you've finished those then you'll just have to go without for another week." Mello walks out surprisingly calmly and shuts himself in his room to think.
Three hours later there's a pounding on Rodgers office door, Mello once again walking in uninvited. Although this time he holds in one arm a toy gun, and is using the other to hold a tiny boy in a headlock. Rodger looks up.
"Mello, what are you doing with Near?"
"He's my hostage! Either you get me more chocolate or I shoot him!" Mello shouts, not looking very threatening. Rodger looks from him to the gun.
"No." Mello then proceeds to shoot Near, who utters an emotionless ow, before being forced to give up his hostage and being sent to his room.
AN: So...I wrote this in less than an hour while I probably should have been asleep. It most likely shows in the writing, If it's awful (which it most likely is) feel free to tell me.
