"So what is it that Mail Jeevas dreams about?" Asked Mello innocently.

"Is it that hard to guess?" Said Matt snickering and looking the blonde up and down.

Mello scowled "I don't mean what you dream about while sleeping, you pervert."

"Is there much of a difference?"

"Yes."

"Not in my world."

"That's why I'm happy I don't live in your world."

"It's a nice place to visit."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Not so much to live, unless you're used to it."

Mello smirks and walks up behind the gamer snatching his goggles of his face and putting them on his own. "So this is what it's like to see things through your eyes huh?" Mello looked around the room, "Orange?"

"Heh. I see the world differently." Remarked Matt closing his DS unable to see the screen, "Goggles excluded."

"Now your just scaring me." Said Mello walking over to a mirror. "Heh, why didn't you tell me I looked like a idiot in stripes."

"I don't think you do." Shrugs Matt, "The goggles don't work so well, though."

Mello rolls his eyes and pull the goggles down around his neck, "I'm not meant to wear color."

"I dunno, I think something that matches your hair would look fine."

"Yellow?"

"Nah, not yellow. More gold."

"gold...?"

"...One sec. Put your vest back on, will ya?"

Mello raises his eyebrows suspiciously and pulls off the striped shirt slipping his vest back over his shoulders and zippering it up, tossing the goggle carelessly aside.

Matt returns a few minutes later in a red t-shirt and black sweats, with his red tinted goggles on, carrying a few things in his arms. "Hold out your arm." He demanded.

Mello narrows his eyes. "What are you going to do?"

Matt smirks, "Just trust me, 'kay?"

Mello twitches mumbling something about finding that concept somewhat difficult and slowly holds out his arms. The gamer unloads the contents of his arms on the floor, picks up two arm warmers; black with gold stitching and fake golden buckles on them, and slides them on both of the blonde's arms. Mello looks from the arm warmers to Matt still holding out his arms stupidly. "Ok…"

"Wait, be paitient." Demanded the red-head picking up a leather bracelet with gold studs and snapping it around Mello's wrist. "A bracelet?" Asks Mello twitching at the girlish nature of the item.

"It's a collar, actually. But for smaller kids. Grew out of it a long time ago." Responded Matt with a smirk. Mello rolled his eyes.

Matt returned to his pile of stuff murmuring "... chains, chains..."

"Chains?" Asked Mello with a sidways glance.

"Chains." Said Matt pulling up a small batch of chains, letting the silver and bronze ones fall to the floor and hooking a gold one both on a front and back belt loop of the blonde's leather pants.

"Oy, Matt," Said Mello grabbing the top of his pants as the started sliding even lower that usual, "if you're going to put any more chains on I need a belt."

"Yeah, one sec..." said Matt flipping through a few belts, not seeming to be in the least bit of a hurry finally picking one with a gold gun as the buckle. "Here." Said the gamer holding it up to him.

"Oh, I can dress myself now," said Mello with a look of pretend shock, "I thought I was your little doll."

"You want me to put it on for you, Mello?" Matt snickers.

"Did I say that?" Said Mello snatching the belt from him and putting it on pulling his pants up to their rightful place, resting on his hips.

"And then offset the red..." Mumbled Matt points to the blonde's rosary, then back at the pile of stuff, before picking a few shorter, lighter red chains and having them swoop above the gold ones.

"Off set the red eh? And you said I was flaming?" Mello smirks, "sorry Mr. Fancy Pants."

"Leave the TV on for long enough, too lazy to change the channel, and you'll learn some weird stuff too."

Mello snickers looking the redhead up and down, "Meanwhile…"

"I'm not in a star wardrobe today. Meh, just hanging around the house anyway."

Mello sighs and rolls his eyes"Are you done here?"

"Yeah. For now, that's all I can think of."

"This is not exactly stealthy."

"I never said it was. Looks good, though."

Mello nods a thank you and wanders over to the mirror.

"Hm. Maybe I should try getting into something better. We can go out and do something, all dressed up like this." Suggests Matt.

"Sure. Why not?" said Mello fixing his hair.

"Alright, one sec." Matt collects the last of the stuff on the floor and goes into the bedroom.

"What is it you consider nice?" Asks Mello curiously.

"Flashy? I'm not getting in a suit or anything. Just putting on some accessories, y'know. Stuff I've got laying around..."

"And where did you get all this"

"Various places..."

"Not gonna ask."

"Good." Laughs Matt from the bedroom, starting to change.

"But I think you added at least 2 pounds to my weight with thee…" Mello never got around to finishing his sentence because it was at that moment that the red-head appeared in the mirror next to him. Matt was wearing a purple and black striped shirt with the sleeves torn off messily, black lace-up leather arm warmers with fingerless gloves on the ends, chains on his arm warmers on one leg of his jeans, black tinted goggles on his eyes with purple outlines to the frames, tall biking boots, a dangerously spiked collar, and on one leg of his tight black jeans, and last, of course, a black vest with white fur.

"Flashy." He said smirking at the blonde in the mirror.

Said blonde, however was momentary speechless stand there stupidly with his mouth hanging open. When he finally managed to speak, at he could say was "Fuck. Y-you clean up nice."

Matt grinned at the effect he seemed to have had on Mello. "Yeah?"

Mello smirks and grabs the back of Matt head and pulls him, mind you a bit violently, into a quick passionate kiss then pulls away. "Yeah." He said stalking towards the door leaving the red-head standing there blushing. "So….Where are we going?"

"Ah, I dunno..." Shrugged Mat, "You want dinner?"

Mello nods, "The bike or the car?"

"Car. I'll drive." Said Matt grabbing his keys and walking out the door followed soon after by Mello who pouts slightly and narrows his eyes before following.