The question was greeted by the sound of the blonde falling off the counter he was sitting on. The apartment fell into total silence, save for the fact that Matt continued to play his game, clicking the buttons noisily.
"Um..." Mello voice came from the kitchen. It sounded like he was getting back on his feet. "You, erm, realize that it's physically impossible for us to have a kid, right?"
"Oh, I know. I'm just curious." Matt replied without even looking up.
"Well, I don't know." Mello growled, as he emerged from the kitchen and his face falling as he realized Matt's attention was divided. He leaned against the doorframe, cracking a piece of chocolate from the bar he was holding. He looked down, and lightly began to twirl one of the laces on his leather pants around one of his fingers. "Um... I would kind of like more than one, you know."
"What?" Matt asked, looking up from his game with a surprised look on his face.
"You know!" Mello continued, irritated with the subject. "Twins. Or something."
"...You can't control twins, Mello." Matt murmured, looking back at his game.
"What the fuck!? It's just fucking hypothetical!" Mello yelled, his fingers lightly playing with his laces suddenly turning into an angered fist. "You're the one who started the damn conversation in the first place!"
"Okay, okay, sorry. Just saying." Content with the redhead backing off, Mello stalked back into the kitchen. Another few moments of silence, and Matt's curiosity got the better of him.
"Would you want twin boys or girls or what?"
"Erm..." Mello blushed, half-whispering, "Boys."
"You're talking too quietly." Matt suddenly said far closer than Mello remembered him being. The blonde jumped, glaring at the gamer, who was leaning in the doorway where Mello had been a minute ago.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway." Mello raved, turning around so Matt couldn't see the redness that had crept onto his face. "No use thinking about something impossible."
"Why not?" Matt asked, raising an eyebrow at the jumpy blonde. "It's better than being bored and staring at walls, in my opinion."
"... I said I would want twin boys." Mello responded with a quiet sigh.
"Oh, but you dunno what you'd want to name them?" Matt asked with a smirk, as Mello shook his head and started to root around the kitchen for more chocolate, despite the bar he still held in his hand, just looking for something to distract him.
"What about you?" Mello asked, as he started to strain to reach the top cabinet.
"Hm, I don't know." Matt responded, sauntering over to the cabinet and reaching up to open it for the blonde. "I like Kyle. Simple."
"That's a nice name." Mello grunted as he pushed Matt away, determined to open the cabinet himself. "I also like something like... Dai."
"...Dai?" Matt responded, his expression becoming confused. "Where's that from?"
"Japan." Mello answered matter-of-factly as he climbed onto the counter in order to open the cabinet. "It means beloved."
"Ah." Matt murmured as he amusedly watched the blonde.
"How about William, like Shakespeare, or Axton?"
"William's too plain. And what's Axton mean?" Matt asked, chuckling a little at the odd name choices.
"Sword welder." Mello responded, grabbing a bar of chocolate. He glared down at Matt as the boy snorted back a giggle at the meaning of the name. "Would you rather I suggest Russian names?"
"Go for it." Matt offered, leaning against the counter.
"Lev, Davi, Artem..."
"I honestly like sword welder more." Matt responded with another chuckle, this one unhindered.
"Fine, name our kids whatever the fuck you want." Mello responded with a growl, stuffing a few more bars of chocolate from the cabinet into his pockets.
"Hypothetical kid, Mell." Matt responded with a wag of his finger. Mello slammed the cabinet closed, glaring down at Matt from where he stood on the counter.
"...Wolfgang." Mello offered after a moment of silence.
"I like Wolfgang." Matt answered.
"Back up so I can jump down from here." Mello murmured, kicking Matt between the shoulder-blades. Matt smirked, spinning around and putting one knee up on the counter, before grabbing Mello and picking up him, bridal style.
"Whoah, the fuck- Put me down, you dick!" The blonde shouted, kicking his legs.
"Mmm, why?" Matt murmured, amused, nuzzling against the other man's face.
"Because I said so!" Mello shouted, struggling. "Why do you have this obsession with carrying me?"
"It's just fun 'cuse I can."
"Oh well good for you, you can do it. Now stop it!" At this Matt finally put Mello down, crossing his arms over his bare chest and laughing to himself. Mello blushed slightly, growling, "Put a goddamn shirt on."
"Ehh, I don't feel like it." Matt drawled, earning a hiss from the annoyed blonde, who stalked over to the couch. Matt promptly followed at his heels, pestering him. "Why? Is it bothering you?"
"No." Mello insisted, crossing his arms and pointedly looking away from the gamer. Matt smirked, quickly grabbing his stuff and sauntering into the bedroom. He came back in just his gameboy-print boxers, flopping onto the couch next to Mello and lighting up a cigarette. Mello glanced over at him, only to do a double-take and blushing harder, turning his body so his back was completely facing Matt.
"G-go put some fucking clothes on." He commanded shakily.
"Eh, nah. It's too hot in here, honestly."
"Actually, it's really cold, dumbass." Mello responded with a shiver. "And I need a long sleeved shirt."
"You want one of mine?"
"Obviously." Mello answered, only to notice that Matt was already half-way to the bedroom. He returned a second later and dropped a shirt in Mello's lap; bright pink with darker pink stripes. "Of course."
"Take it or leave it. All the others are in the wash." Matt said with a smirk, leaning over the blonde's shoulder.
"...Fine." Mello threw off his vest and swapped it for the shirt, and Matt, basking in his victory, flipped open his DS and once more sprawled out next to Mello, who shifted uncomfortably and determinedly picked up some files to read, not wanting to stare at the nearly clothing-less gamer.