I know how clichéd and emo this sounds, but i'm so depressed right now. Seriously. I wouldnt be surprised if i'm homeless any day now...but seeing as i needed a cheer up, i wrote this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Enjoy!
I wandered over to where Mello was sitting, on a beanbag where he could glare at Near. I sat down beside him. He glared at me. I grinned back. After a while he yelled, "What the hell do you want?!" I smoothed his blondy-blondy hair and said,
"Mello, why is your hair so girly?"
"You bitch! I'll kill you!!!" Mello whipped his gun out of his pants (he can fit it down there because…well…the other stuff he keeps down there is pretty small) and that was my queue to run for it.
So that was scenario 1. What'll happen when I tell Mello his hair looks better on a lapdog???