[For those of you who don't get the joke – in the last chapter of volume 11, Matt appears wielding a gun that looks EXACTLY like a hair dryer. No joke. I busted out laughing, and some time later, with collaboration with furvacatta, this was the result.
"Hey, Matt, I'm gonna take a shower."
"Don't let me stop you." Matt squinted in concentration, stabbing the DS stylus down with all the dexterity of a kung fu master. He barely noticed the squeaking of the rusty faucets in the bathroom or the thud of two combat boots hitting the dingy wall, so intent was he on defeating the legion of fictitious enemies crowding his screen.
Several minutes passed. The water shut off. Steam wafted into the tiny room from under the closed door, and a moment later the fan kicked on.
"Matt!" Mello's voice echoed from the bathroom.
"Hm?" Matt didn't look up from the DS.
"Can I use this hair dryer?"
"Whatever—aw, crap—" The game suddenly beeped and he poked the screen frantically, muttering, "Nonononononono—oh, shi—ugh." Mournful music played and he tossed the DS down in disgust. "Frigging zombies."
Suddenly, he looked up. "Wait." He frowned. "I don't have a—"
BANG.
"Holy—!" He dove into the bathroom and almost tripped over Mello, lying on the floor with Matt's smoking gun in his hand. A thin trickle of blood bled onto the wet tiles.
Matt bit his lip and glanced between Mello, the gun, and the DS lying abandoned on the couch. "Um… oops."