death-note-garbage on tumblr wanted a delivery au. Ask and thou shalt receive. Smut not included, maybe next time. This is very rough and unedited, freshly whipped up. I'll probably add to it but this is at least the first parts. I'm also on holiday for a week so... we shall see if I return during that. Also on a tablet so idk how these will come out.

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Insistent phone, ringing all the fucking time.

"Hello, this is a pizza place, what do you want?" The blond snapped, eyeing his nail polish.

"Erm, hi? Yeah, right. I would like a large pepperoni, and a medium margarita please. Also, um, some of that dip stuff you do. You know?"

"One large pepperoni, medium margarita and chive dip. Anything else for you," Mello's lip curled up. Unlike his usual customers in this area he had an accent. "sir?"

He could practically hear the others blush on the other end of the phone.

l"No, no. I think that's all. Uhm, you deliver, right? I pay cash when it gets here."

"Yes, that'll be $18.96. Where are you resided?"

The other gave out his address, then promptly hung up the phone.

Mello hung up with a smile, ringing the order through then saw his coworker walk through the door.

"You're on delivery duty, I'm on the tills. Now fuck off and deliver those pizzas." She smiled nudging him out the way.

Mello rolled his eyes, taking off his apron and grabbing his coat. "See ya later, Halle."

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Three knocks, then he held the pizza out in front of him. He heard the door open and announced, "one large pepperoni, medium margarita and extra chive dip." Then he looked up.

A guy stood there, yellow goggles around his neck. Wearing a white and black striped tank and red boxers. His hair matched that of the pizza box and the more Mello looked at him the more freckled he could see danced across his nose.

"Pizza. Right, fuck, forgot I even ordered it. How much was it again?"

"Eight... $18.96" Mello corrected himself, using a spare hand to tug his trousers down slightly.

"One sec, you can come in for a moment if you want." Mello took the step up and just stood there in the long hallway. He could see the glare from the tv and from a strategically placed mirror, the entire technology set up he had. Mello whistled, then the guy turned around and Mello noticed he was slightly taller than the red head.

"I've found a twenty. Am I meant to tip you? Isn't it like 20 percent or something? Hang on, lI've got a fiver just-" and then he rushed back into the room again.

"Nice place."

"What?"

Mello froze, "I said, nice place." Then gave a sheepish smile. Why did he say that?

"Nice ass."

What? He whipped around to the red head who gave him a cheeky grin, even though his cheeks and ears were turning red.

"Here's the delivery tip."

"Thanks." Mello handed him the pizza, and slowly walked out the room.

"The names Matt by the way!"

Mello turned his head to see a slice of pizza already disappeared from the box.

"Right." Mello's brow raised, then clicked the door shut behind him.