The world forgetting, by the world forgot

[arcanus_doctor]

[Oh, yes, he's been waiting for this, and he finally has permission to proceed with his experiments. Just a trifle, to begin with, to test the waters, as it were. The procedure really is elementary, when you're brilliant. The subjects won't even know anything's been done to them. But hewill. Oh, yes, he will. And he'll get to see how they react

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[down_to_nowhere]

[Mello has a vague sense of something being off, when he walks into the room that smells like the best dark chocolate, but that feeling fades quickly, and he feels... almost relaxed.

That enormous cake clearly has his name all over it, and he finds a silver serving knife laid out beside it, and gets to work cutting a big slice.]

[ooc: Surly has forgotten Matt's existence.]

[logical_red]

[He pops his neck a little as he follows Mello inside, fully expecting to find a kitchen... though it looks more like a party setup. And not a dodgy one; there're actually some decent snacks set out for them. A grin as he comes up close behind Mello; no wonder the blond was so set on this room in particular. The scent of chocolate was too strong to ignore, and Matt was in a good enough mood that he might have some himself, for once.

As soon as he steps through the door, though, something feels strange - but he brushes it off. Things are always feeling strange now, so he discards the feeling.]

Heh. Have to feed your addiction, eh? [Yes, Mello, he sees you grabbing that huge piece of cake. And, yes, he's totally snickering at you.

Coming up especially close behind him, Matt presses against his boyfriend's back, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist.] Watch it, or you might get fat, [he mumbles against his lover's shoulder, his tone teasing

[down_to_nowhere]

[Mello is not a fan of being touched, particularly by strangers, and his reaction is immediate and instinctive; he slams his elbow back without regard for where it's going to strike, and spins, glaring. The bullshit this guy's spouting just made him hit harder. Where the hell does he get off teasing him?]

What the fuck?

[logical_red]

[He certainly isn't expecting that sharp elbow to the gut, and it hits him right in his stomach, forcing Matt to stumble backward a few steps; he falls, his knees hitting the hard floor as he coughs and chokes, trying to regain the breath Mello knocked out of him.

For a few moments, he just kneels there, staring at the floor, eyes wide and chest aching like fuck all.]

What the- [He drags in as deep a breath as he can, the sound ragged and slightly sickening, even to himself.] What the fuck, Mello?!

[Then he looks up. Into Mello's face.

...and blinks.]

Wha- [He blinks again.] Where'd that come from? [The scar is something entirely new to him, and he's somewhat horrified by it. He doesn't remember at all when or where his lover could have come by it, or even how - and a shudder rips through him at all the possibilities.]

Jesus, Mello- What happened to you?