Looseleaf
CLIV. Pervert
"Mello?" Matt called out uncertainly from the bathroom. "Do you think that this is...natural?"
The blond in subject looked up from his books. "Depends on what it is," he said, munching busily on a chocolate bar.
There was a hesitant pause before Matt said, "There's white stuff on my boxers."
Everything came to a halting screech. Mello's head snapped up, eyes nearly as wide as dinner plates, staring dubiously at the closed door of the bathroom. "And what do you suppose it is?" he choked out.
"I don't know," came the reply. "It's really sticky, though."
At those words, Mello ran out of the room, holding his face in fear of an oncoming nosebleed.
Wondering why everything was so silent, Matt opened the door and looked into their rooms. Where was Mello? "Hey Mels?" he called, checking under their bed to make sure that his best friend wasn't hiding from him. "It's just glue from when I was working on my project last night," he tried. "Did you think it was frosting or something...? 'cause you know I always clean up before giving you a hug." Matt sighed. Where had his OCD friend run to, this time?
"Must control urges...must control urges..." Mello rocked himself back and forth. He was curled up in the closet, trying his best not to think of specific thoughts after Matt- after he had- "It was just glue," Mello told himself. "Just glue. Not anything else. Glue."
Matt really needed to stop doing his projects in his boxers.