Messing With Mello
Things can get pretty boring when you have nothing to do. And by 'nothing to do,' I really mean watching a computer screen for hours on end without rest. And that is especially boring when the person you're watching is Misa Amane. The famous MisaMisa. And I know what you're thinking; 'Who wouldn't want to watch a hot blonde model hanging around in her apartment? Doing only who knows what?' Well, to that I say 'no'. Oh, no. Oh hell, no. There's nothing worse than loosing your vision watching a very boring, very annoying, blonde woman. Not that I have anything against blondes. Because, I honestly don't. Honestly. I like them as much as the next guy, just not when they're exactly what people think blondes are. Stupid. Naive. Brainless. And hot. I like intellectual blondes. Of the not so female verity. Okay, so not really. I only like one blonde. Who is currently out at the store. Buying more chocolate. Which is why I'm in the predicament I'm in at the moment: watching the very hot, but oh so brain-dead Misa.
God, if you exist, kill me now...
Well, I guess not just yet; I still have to help Mello after all.
God, I need a smoke.
Watch, I'm gonna get up to go to the balcony to smoke, and Mello's gonna walk through the door, see I'm not doing my job, and pull a gun on me. Again. Well, whatever. I need a smoke, so I'm gonna go smoke.
Matt makes his way out to the balcony of their shared apartment, pulling a cigarette and lighter from one of the pockets of his fur-lined vest. He pops the smoke in his mouth and lights it, inhaling. After standing there for only a couple of minutes, he hears the front door open, and the tell-tale sound of Mello slamming it back closed.
Honey, I'm home!
Matt chuckles lightly at his own humor. And calls out to his friend. "Out here, Mells!" Angry steps grow closer and the redhead finishes his cigarette. Time to face the demon. His little blonde demon. If Mello ever heard him say that out loud, he'd get shot for sure.
"What are you doing out here?! You're supposed to be watching the surveillance footage, dumbass!"
"Nice to see you too, Mello." Matt smiles and looks pointedly at the bad the blonde is holding. "How much chocolate you get this time?"
Mello looked down at the bad he forgot to put in the kitchen. Obviously, Matt's fault for not being where he should be, and making the blonde look for him.
"Wh-" Matt moved quickly behind his friend, wrapping is arms around him and burying his face in Mello's neck. Hugging him tighter so he couldn't get away or hit him, Matt put his lips to the blonde's throat and kissed up the scarred half. Mello's eyes widened in shock and his face tinged a slight pink. But Matt was already whispering to him and leaving, having gotten the reaction he loved.
"Don't worry, I was only gone for five minutes tops, I'm headed back to the monitors now, Mells."
Mello didn't have time to say anything before his gamer was back in the house, sitting at the computer.
So, what, you may ask, get's me through these boring days? When my games are dead or overplayed? When I'm out of smokes and ready to find and strangle pretty little MisaMisa myself? Well, the answer to that is simple. I have my Mello to keep me entertained. Sure, it's a health hazard for anyone else, maybe even me. But, how could I resist seeing him like that?
How could anyone resist?