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Matt: Hey Mell!
Mello: hi
Mello: just curious
Matt: Wut?
Mello: does the reason you love to incite me have anything to do with the fact that i call you Mail when im angry...
Mello: and also when we have sex?
Matt: ...Perhaps.
Mello: headdeask
Mello: oy Matt
Matt: Whaaat? :3
Mello: /sigh
Mello: oh nothing
Mello: /sits
Matt: /video games
Mello; /eye roll
Mello: what are you playing this time?
Matt: Apollo Justice.
Mello: ..eh?
Matt: You're a lawyer.
Mello: oy
Mello; whats with the lawyer games all the time
Mello; no violence
Mello: no death
Matt; There's plenty of violence.
Matt: People die in these games all the time.
Mello: really?
Matt: Sure.
Matt: Most of the cases are murder charges.
Mello: headdesk
Matt: Well, Roger said I should go to law school, but I didn't feel like it, so he told me to at least play lawyer games instead to keep my mind sharp, so... /goes back to DS
Mello: /blinks
Mello: /stares
Mello: Matt?
Matt: /taps buttons
Matt: Yeah?
Mello: why do you where those goggles?
Matt: ...'Cuse?
Mello: it makes you look like your gonna go swimming
Mello: why do you wear them
Matt: Why do you wear leather? It makes it look like you're gonna go pole dancing. /still staring at DS
Mello: /smirks and raises eyebrows
Mello: who says im not
Matt; ...
Matt: ... /looks up
Mello: /shrugs
Mello: anyway
Mello: i know you love my pants
Mello: or else you wouldnt stare
Matt: The pants have little to do with it.
Matt: In fact, the laces on those pants are my mortal enemy.
Mello: but how fun it is to watch you struggle
Mello: /twirls excess laces around pointer finger
Matt: If you really wanted struggle we could just go back to using handcuffs... that's less of a hassle for me than those damn laces, and that's saying something. /back to DS
Mello: /eye roll
Mello: do you really need those to prove your seme-ness
Mello: /gets up and stalks into the kitchen
Matt: Tch, Mell, we all know only you keep handcuffs around.
Mello: /rolls eyes, not that Matt can see
Matt: I saw that.
Matt: Cameras, y'know... /video games
Mello: /smirks, goes into fridge for a chocolate bar
Mello: /mutters damn hacker
Matt: You keep chocolate in the fridge? That doesn't make sense.
Mello: it stops it from melting dumb ass
Mello: /blinks realizing there is no chocolate there
Matt: It wouldn't melt in the cabinet.
Mello: humm... /distracted
Matt: And, I mean, the bars in my pockets seem to hold up fine, despite the fuzziness of the pockets... /taps buttons
Mello: /stalks back into the room after having ransacked the kitchen and finding no chocolate
Mello: you wouldnt happen to still have some in your pocket, would you?
Matt: Maybe.
Mello: /walks over, crosses arms, stands over you and pouts, holding out hand
Matt: /still staring at video game
Mello: /closes game with boot, leans over, and pouts down at you, holding out hand
Matt: ...What.
Mello: there is no other chocolate in the house
Matt: ..And?
Mello: are you really that dense...
Mello: i want it
Matt: ...Me? (a/n: aww poor hopeful Mattie-kun)
Mello: /leans over so noses are touching
Mello: the damn chocolate!
Matt: Oh! The -chocolate-.
Mello: /holds out hand
Mello: /pouts
Matt: : ...Oh, oh, alright. /reaches into pocket
Matt: /rummages around
Matt: No, not this one...
Matt: /tries other pocket
Mello: /narrows eyes
Matt: Uhhh. Hm.
Mello: /growls
Matt: Guess I gave you the last of it..
Mello: /glare
Mello: well, go get more
Matt: It's like 11 at night, Mell.
Mello: ...so?
Matt: ...Oh, wait!
Matt: /reaches into back pocket
Mattt: Ahhhh. /pulls out chocolate bar
Mello: /eye wide
Mello: /grabs
Matt: /snickers, flips game open again
Mello; /skips off with chocolate in hand
Mello: ...
Matt: /...stare
Mello: /freezes
Mello: /stares back
Mello: /bites of wrapper and nibbles on a corner of the chocolate still staring
Mello: um
Matt: ...
Mello: ...
Mello: /blush
Matt: Girl.. /video games
Mello: /throws nearest heavy object
Matt: /blocks with arm, doesn't look away from game
Mello: /shuts game on fingers, steals DS
Matt: /whiiiine
Mello: /shrug
Mello: /walks away
Mello: next time think before you speak
Mello: /hides DS
Matt: /stumbles after
Mello: /sits on counter eating chocolate
Mello: /not caring
Matt: /grunts, goes to grab a beer
Mello: /bites off corner of chocolate
Matt: /grumbles So fucking aggravating..
Mello: humm..?
Mello: what didja say?
Matt: Nothin'.
Mello: didnt think so, especially if you -ever- want your DS back
Matt: I still have a PSP.
Mello: do you?
Matt: ...Do I?
Mello: the one in nearest right now is the DS... and its well hidden... as is your PSP, Xbox, Wii and various vital power cords for your other systems, all hidden in different places
Matt: ...You -bitch-.
Mello: /smiles
Mello: arigato
Mello: you better start looking ne?
Mello: or try to get it out of me?
Mello: doubt that second one
Mello: /bites chocolate
Matt: ...
Matt: /grumbles, pulls out cigarette pack
Matt: I'm not searching like a dog or somethin'..
Matt: Forget it.
Mello: fine
Mello: do i care?
Matt: Yeah, since your torture of me is now moot. /lights cig
Mello: (although, i wouldnt mind him finding the DS)
Mello: /shrugs
Mello: whatever
Matt: Naw, you're gonna get really pissed you went through all this effort and in the end I don't give a shit.
Matt: I know you.
Matt: /blows smoke at apathetically
Mello: are you gonna keep carrying on like this all night?
Matt: I'm not carrying on.
Mello: right...
Mello: /bites chocolate like the badass he is
Matt: /inhales, staring at the wall
Mello: /stares
Matt: /exhales smoke, looks over at
Matt: ..What.
Mello: /smirk
Mello: im just calculating the amount of time before you go on a frantic search of the whole apartment
Matt: Did you take 'does not give a shit' into your calculations?
Mello: no, ill factor that in
Mello: /smiles
Matt: ... /mumbles, inhales
Mello: /swings legs and leans back from perch on the counter
Matt: ...
Mello: /stares
Matt: /taps foot
Mello: hehe
Matt: ..What.
Mello: nothing. 3
Matt: ..'Kay. /drums fingers, stares at the wall
Mello: haha
Matt: ...What?!
Mello: nothing. 3
Matt: Bullshit... /opens a drawer idly
Mello; i hid them better than that Mattie-kun
Matt: ..That's not what I'm doing.
Mello: sure...
Mello: /yawns
Matt: ...You didn't hide the Atari, did you?
Mello: the oh the joystick one...
Mello: yeah i did
Matt: ...Super Nintendo?
Mello: yep
Matt: Sega Genesis?
Mello: um, 2 power cords and all controllers
Matt: ...Calceovision?!
Mello: yep
Mello: /is sitting idly on the counter savoring his chocolate bar while watching his gamer panic about the loss of his erm games
Matt: /pretending not to be panicking. Failing.
Mello: haha
Mello: oh Mattie-kun
Mello: suck up your pride and start looking
Mello: im going to hit the hay soon and then your on your own... not that im gonna -help- you look
Mello: /snickers
Matt: /stares
Matt: Aaagggh...
Matt: /goes to look
Mello: hum... i believe there is approximately a 69 chance, of you not finding your game systems tonight, and judging by the accuracy of my first predictions on the time it would take you to start looking i feel it is safe to assume that there is a 89 chance of you not finding the best hidden system... the DS
Matt: /yells from other room ...Fuck you!
Mello: /leans in the doorway of said room and there was a 99.6 certainty you would say that
Mello; but unfortunately you seem a bit to worked up to do that right now
Mello: /smirks seductively
Matt: /tugs at own hair frustrated
Matt: Not the time for that, Mell! Goddamnit..
Mello: mwahaha
Mello: like i said
Mello: you seem a bit worked up
Matt: I'm not worked up.
Matt: Just... very concerned.. /search
Mello: /smiles
Mello: oh dont worry
Mello: no harm will come to them
Matt: ...
Mello: /thinks
Matt: Bullshit, you wouldn't know whether or not you damaged a system if you dropped it out the window.
Mello: well... there is a 3 chance that one of them can break...
Matt: Try higher, dumbass.
Mello: 4?
Matt: ...Like 80.
Mello: nah
Matt: We're on the fifth floor!
Mello: i took necessary precautions
Matt: /groans, search search
Mello: i'd say like 12 chance max /follows close behind
Matt: Damn you, takin' all my thunder..
Matt: Was gonna tell you I hid -your- DS and games, but nooooo. Gotta go as far as to put my 8 and 16 biters in trouble too...
Mello: yeah well...
Mello: WHAT?
Matt: Ohoho, 'd strike a nerve?
Mello: lets just say the danger percentage on your precious systems just went way up
Matt: Same to you, then, Mell..
Mello: /grabs his collar, pins to wall, pulls gun from pants, loads gun, and cocks gun pressing the cold metal against the hacker temple
Mello: /through gritted teeth Mello: youre.not.even.suppposed.to.know.i.have.those.let.alone.STEAL.and.HIDE.THEM!
Mello: /presses gun against his skull
Matt: /takes a drag on his cigarette, snickers
Matt: Well I do, and I did..
Mello: /jams gun harder into his temple
Mello: where?
Matt: You tell me where you put mine!
Mello: i already gave you about 50 hints dumbass
Matt: I'm not good at hints, Mell.
Mello: /eye roll
Mello: you tell me first, then if i find them there, i will tell you the location of your DS...
Matt: Fuck no, Mell. That's really one-sided and it's obvious I'll wind up getting fucked.
Mello: /perv mode activated
Mello: /target locked
Matt: ..
Matt: Put the gun down, I know you won't shoot me anyway. /exhales smoke in face
Mello: /shakes head to clear thoughts and glares
Mello: /cocks head and leans in closer
Mello: wont i?
Mello: /bites the end of the ciggy and pulls it out of his hacker's mouth and drops it to the floor while turning the gun threateningly
Matt: ...No, you won't.
Mello: /glares an inch from your face
Mello: you're not in a position to negotiate
Matt: /lifts knee slightly
Matt: Oh?
Mello: eh
Mello: /shivers slightly but wont let go of the gamer's collar
Mello: (fuck no)
Matt: /smirks, moves knee up and down
Mello: /bites lip and presses gun harder into his temple...
Matt: /snickers
Mello: shut the fuck up
Matt: I'm not saying anything, Mell.
Mello: you laughed
Matt: What? Noo.
Mello: (fuck i need chocolate)
Mello: /sneers
Mello: your not getting out of this that easily
Matt: I'm still getting out of it, eventually. 'Cuse you won't shoot me anyway.
Mello: says who?
Matt: Me... experience..
Mello: its all about principal Mail...
Matt: Heh, he's pissed now.. 'Cuse I'm so right.
Mello: /leans into Matt roughly so that his head bangs against the wall. Sees the gun beginning to leave a mark
Mello: What's funny is the more time you waste here
Mello: the more time you're precious systems are in harms way
Matt: I already told you, I don't care. But judging by the gun to my head, you care about your video games way more than I care about mine..
Matt: Sorta sad, really..
Mello: /fires gun, grazing Matt's skin and placing a nice bullet hole right through the wall. Holds hands in the air releasing Matt's collar and backing up to lean back against the opposite wall
Matt: /hisses, trying not to touch his skin on reflex
Mello: i told you
Mello: its all about principal
Matt: ...Ow, fucker-
Mello: you stole from me
Mello: i could care less about the device
Mello: I'm not the one who was about to rip the hair out of my head about a second ago
Mello: /turns around and stows the gun in his tight pants after checking the safety was on and leans against the wall smirking
Mello: i guess i wouldn't shoot you huh?
Mello: its just hard to get info out of a dead person
Matt: That's nothing to fucking smirk about, you bitch.
Mello: /shrugs
Matt: /storms out
Mello: /watches
Mello: /one he's sure of Matt's absence, turns away from the doorway and takes gun out of pants and smirks as Matt's DS falls out with it then puts both articles back in making his pants even tighter than usual
Mello: /mumbles oh yes it is something to smirk at
Mello: it really is
Matt: /doors slamming somewhere else in the apartment
Mello: /looks up, walks into the main room and pulls a wire out from the couch holding it idly in the air
Mello: consider this an apology...
Mello: here's one
Matt: /storms past, snatches wire, goes into the bedroom, slams and locks door
Mello: /a little whip lashed, knocks on the door
Mello: (Matts never been this upset, so what, its not like i really shot him... it just grazed his skin... it will hardly scar /left hand gently touch his left eye)
Mello: /knocks again
Matt: /not answering
Mello: oy, come out baka!
Matt: ..No.
Mello: the hell not?
Matt: 'Cuse I -hate- when you let your little superiority complex lead to shooting on me.
Matt: I'm not coming out to be a target again. I'm not an idiot.
Mello: /shakes
Mello: i dont -have- a complex
Mello: /hand reaches towards gun
Mello: /deep breath
Mello: i -will- let myself in... and you wont like it
Matt: Meh.
Mello: open the door
Matt: No.
Mello: baka
Mello: /shoots door lock and pushes door open with boot
Matt: /laying on the bed, looks like he's gonna go to sleep
Mello: /aims gun at him... but with not anger in his eyes
Matt: /glances up at, grunts, rolls away from
Mello: /sigh
Mello: /cocks gun, snaps the safety and releases the bullets, stashing them away, taking all extras out of the room and throws empty useless gun at the gamer
Mello: complex huh?
Mello: baka
Mello: /turns and storms out
Matt: /stashes the gun in his shoes, goes to sleep
Mello: /lays on the couch and glances into the bed room
Mello: /gets up from the couch and looks down at the sleeping red head
Mello: /sits on the bed behind him...
Mello: I hope you really are sleeping
cause i wouldn't be able to do this if you were awake
Mello: Mail
Mello: Matt
Mello: /lightly kisses cheek
Mello: I
Mello: I am
Mello: I am sorrr..
Mello: /closes eyes
Mello: I am Sorry that I over reacted…
Mello: …and…
Mello: …I…
Mello: …well…
Mello: …Shit Matt…
Mello: I fucking love you...
Mello: /rolls eyes
Mello: the fucking DS was in my pants this whole time anyway
Mello: /turns over and lays down
Mello: / closes eyes
Matt: ...Kekeke. Apology accepted.
Mello: huh?
Matt: /snickers
Mello: you were awake?
Matt: Yep.
Mello: /eye roll
Matt: /rolls over, hugs from behind and grabs the DS
Mello: meep!
Mello: /does not protest
Matt: /snickers, stashes the DS under his pillow
Matt: /kisses cheek
Matt: G'night. 3
Mello: /snuggles
Mello: Night