4: Insults.
"Matt, really? Why do ya have to be such an ass hat?"
Matt looked up from the pile of now broken plates that he'd dropped, lips pursed in an awkward looking frown- until they formed into the slight quirk of a smirk.
"Ass hat? That's my line."
"So?" Mello snorted, beggining to walk out of the room to find a dustpan. Until Matt spoke again.
"Be original, you're number one, aren't you?"
"No, I'm- oh, fine, you little weasel." Mello turned around, leaning against the counter beside Matt, cocky smirk on his face.
Matt smiled.
"Okay, chocolate fetishist."
"Hey, you smoke laden heathen, shut up."
"Ass hat."
"You can't use that, jerk, I just used it."
"Yeah I can, I made it, second place."
"No, you can't do that either, you- Oh fine, manipulative puppy."
Matt rose an eyebrow. "You calling me a bitch?"
"No, I'm calling you out on your irresistible puppy eyes- wa- hey, see what I mean about manipulative?"
"You giving up?"
"No, bug eyes."
"Fish face."
"Gamer brain."
"Pouf."
"My god... dick."
"Crazy fucker."
"Masochist."
"You projecting, Mells?"
"I'm quiting... you asshole."
"..."
"What?"
Matt's gaze was resting passed Mello's shoulders, and Mello didn't have to hear Matt's next words to know why.
"Hi, Roger, how's the paperwork these days?"
"Mello, my office, now, foul language and bullying is not acceptable."
Matt: 3 Mello: 2