A/N 1: I've really been wanting to make a one-shot lately… Don't kill me for ignoring TWD and Mello-drama!
Will you turn off that DS?
"Hey, Matt." Mello was seated on a chair with its armrest torn up like a rabid cat had gone Jackie Chan on it. The blonde had resorted to using his roommate's head as an armrest. Matt didn't seem to mind, or notice, for that matter. He was too busy playing his new Nintendogs game on his red and black DS. It sometimes scared Mello how the redhead seemed to be able to coordinate his video games with his atrocious clothing.
"… …" Some clicking noises and a 'Damn…" when Matt accidentally clicked the wrong jump in the dog competition came before he answered not-so-compliantly. "Yeah, what is it?"
"Will you turn off that DS? "
"… …"
"… …"
"… …"
"… …"
"What?"
"I said-"
"DAMN IT! FUCKING SHIT-HEAD CAN'T COUNT FOR CRAP! I WON THAT COMPETITION! I KNEW THAT I SHOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN THAT MOTHER FUCKING POMERANIAN!" Matt shouted angrily, wrathfully chucking the DS into the wall and denting them both. Mello stared in awe at his furious roommate. "I WASTED MY MONEY FOR THIS SHITTY GAME?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING! GOD DAMN IT!"
"… … … …Wow…" Mello said, practically speechless. He could see a few veins popping the red-haired male's forehead. One, two, three, four of them! He didn't realize that Matt needed therapy that bad.
"Eh, sorry about that." Matt muttered. Slightly incoherent due to his rage.
"Well, at least you turned off the video game." Mello grinned devilishly.
"What do you mean 'at least'? Now I have no entertainment!" Matt eased into a pout, turning so he was glaring at Mello's smirk through orange lenses.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Mello said, leaning over and kissing the redhead.