Looseleaf
CLXVII. Knives
"Matt!" came a sharp call from their living room. "Get me chocolate!"
A redhead emerged, frowning. "We ran out, Mello," he said slowly. "You finished them last night. I was going to go to the store today, but our apartment's practically buried by the snow..."
"Go make me some, then," Mello insisted.
"You know that I wouldn't survive in the kitchen all by myself!" Matt exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air dramatically.
Mello mumbled something.
"What?" Matt asked.
"I said, of course you wouldn't survive in the kitchen by yourself," Mello growled. "And neither would you survive if I was there with you. Know why, Matty?"
Matt was slowly beginning to inch towards his vest in case he needed to, ah...leave. "Why, Mels?"
"Because the kitchen's where all the knives are!" Mello said gleefully.
Matt gulped. Oh great, he's coming closer...
Closer...
Clo-
OW! My hair! Oh god, don't do this Mello, please please please, I'll be go-
Well, shit.
Matt got thrown out. D: