"Hey, Mels?" Matt asked cutely, distracting Mello from his schoolwork.
"What?" he asked. If Matt made him lose to Near again, he was going to lose it.
"What'chya doin'? he asked, leaning over him as Mello shut his book, annoyed that he couldn't concentrate any longer. To calm his nerves, and out of habit, he took his bar of chocolate and shoved it into his mouth, snapping off a piece.
"Eatin' chocolate, since you won't let me study! You ass, maybe I should wring your neck instead."
Matt paid no mind to Mello's empty threat, instead continuing to smile and keep asking—in Mello's opinion— stupid questions.
"Where'd you get it?" he asked, grinning like an idiot.
"What the hell kind of pointless— this is that stupid game, isn't it?"
"Just answer it, Mels. I know you know it."
Matt never got an answer, because Mello took his calculus textbook of at least a thousand pages in his hands, and hit Matt suddenly over the head, making him lose his balance and fall over.
"There. I don't remember that stupid joke, and now, hopefully, neither do you."
A/N: So, in case any of you don't get it, this is based on a children's joke. It goes, basically, like this:
Whatchya doin'/Eatin' chocolate/Where'd ya get it/ Doggy dropped it/Where's the doggy/Behind the door/What's he doin'/ Makin' more
I figured that it'd be cute for them. And, since Mello really can answer that, I decided to do it. (: Review? It could possibly make me not want to stab the kid next to me in class with a pen.