Water dripped continuously from the ceiling making the dark olive green wallpaper peel off with something besides age. Scraps of sunlight filtered through the twisted and broken blinds on the only window in the cramped room. On this day it was rented out, filling it with more items that sucked up what little space was left. In one corner was a small table with a thin black laptop quickly, almost carelessly, placed on the rotting wood.
"Couldn't you afford something better, Mello?" A man asked. His hair, of a red color, was a bit messy from moving boxes up the stairs of the apartment building and into the room. He glanced over at the other man, this one with blonde hair, filling a sort of kitchen with proper utensils. The kitchen was incredibly small, only enough room for a small refrigerator, a few cabinets messily nailed onto the wall. The man in the kitchen sighed, as he took a chocolate bar from the fridge after he was finished.
"Well, I don't see you making any more money, Matt." He replied, taking a bite out of the chocolate. A small smile appeared on Matt's face as he mumbled a 'whatever' and continued to place cables for some sort of gaming platform into a little TV that resided on the table to the left of the laptop. He tested his work, by turning on the TV and then the platform.
"There we go." He smiled, pleased with his accomplishment. He removed his tan jacket, with white puffs of a fuzzy material on the inner part, revealing a black and white striped long sleeved shirt. He retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the coat pocket, lighting one, then putting the pack back to its original place.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't smoke inside!" Mello complained from across the apartment.
"Yeah, yeah." Matt replied, not paying much attention.
Mello frowned. "You could at least listen to me once in a while." He said, walking up to the red-haired man. "We're friends aren't we? If not more?" A desperate look appeared on his scarred face. "I try, I really do. Can't you even look at me when we speak?"
Matt's eyes, slightly concealed by orange tinted goggles, strayed to Mello's face. "Fine." He replied, sighing. "I'll see if I can find the ashtray in one of these boxes." Walking over to the wall of boxes they had yet to unravel he began rummaging through them.
"I'll go see what's in that room." Mello said, pointing to the door in the opposite corner of the table. His black boots clanked on the wooden floor as he peered inside the room. "Looks like a bedroom." He leaned out of the doorway so Matt could hear him. "And there's only one bed."
"As usual." Matt grumbled in reply.