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Matt Is A Tease.
He always does this. Every time he comes back home from the mafia he's fucking pissed off and I have to deal with it. He makes me stop playing my games and have his idea of 'fun' to cheer him up. But seriously I'm still recovering from last night when he handcuffed me to the bed. So today I thought I would have my revenge.
10:37pm that night.
A blonde figure walked through the door sighing, I didn't stop playing Mario cart to look at him. I already knew he was annoyed. "What's up Mels?"
He sighed again "The usual..." he moved over to the sofa I was on and sat down by me "I swear I'm going to end up killing all those little twats."
I paused my game and looked at him. He stared into my eyes telling me what he wanted. But no... Oh no he's no getting it, it my turn for some 'Fun' I smirked at the thought and he just stared at me weirdly.
I decided I would start it now, so I slowly moved my face closer to his while having a massive smirk on my face. "Awh did somebody upset my melly?" I aske
Mello's Peace Mello leaned against the railing outside the apartment. It was probably the best feature the place had. A tiny porch jutted out from the bedroom and presented a fair view of the city over the top of the building adjacent to theirs. He liked being able to see the sun set on days when he was too tired to do anything more than crash into bed. On days like those, he felt himself close to peace. It must have had something to do with the colors. They were soothing to him. Yet, they just couldn't bring about the lasting peace that he needed. The peace he was close to feeling now.
He watched the distant lights of the city. There was something about living in New York that just made all the craziness worth it. Yeah, the rent sucked and the tourists were annoying as hell but the night lights were definitely something to appreciate. The night air whirled around him. Mello breathed in deeply, enjoying the feel of crisp air hitting his lungs. The temperature
ReunionShit! Matt kicked the door in frustration as his key failed to go into the keyhole for the third time. He was already shaking with the effort of supporting Mellos weight, and on top of that his keys had somehow ended up in his left hand.
On the fourth try, he finally managed to get his door open. He dragged Mellos dead weight through it with him and awkwardly kicked it shut again.
The stairs were the next challenge. Matt groaned. He doubted that he outweighed Mello by more than a few pounds these days. He slipped Mellos body behind him and hauled both of his arms over his shoulders. Then he leaned forward and hoisted Mellos bulk off the ground. Pick me up, Matty, he said in shrill imitation of Mellos voice as he mounted the stairs. I blew myself up! Youve got nothing better to do than clean up my mess
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