At Ten
"NOT ANOTHER ONE!" Mello shrieked at the old man, stomping his combat booted foot in anger. "It's bad enough I share with him- now this little freak too?"
Matt's game just beeped, but he took out a lollipop (his newfound love) and stuck it in his mouth, the stick looking for the entire world like a cigarette. "Yes but you looovvvve me, Mels," he said mockingly at the blonde boy.
"No I don't! I don't!" Mello shouted, exasperated, and when Mello got exasperated, he got violent.
"But you'll like Na-Near, he's just like that L you tail around after-"
"We don't "tail" L! We stalk him, obviously," Mello huffed, diving into the bed and hiding under a pillow.
"Because that doesn't sound crazier at all," Matt added, sighing as his game ended. "Look, Watari-san, Mello will just murder the kid. I'm just lucky I got here before that phase, or I'd be dead too,"
"Damn fucking right you would!" Mello's voice came, muffled but coherent.
"Language Mi-Mello!!" the old man said, shocked even though he'd heard the boy use that language a million times. He always had trouble with the names the kids were given at the orphanage. "This isn't debatable. Near will come and share this room with the two of you, and that is final.
