[It's good thing the Ryokan's in Mizusato, Matt thinks, because it cuts way down on the amount of time he has to spend being mortified. And he is embarrassed, but treacherous giggles keep trying to escape at how fucking silly it is to be carted home slung over Elfangor's shoulder.

Though maybe all the wine has something to do with that'kay, I'm ( Read more... )

[Mello-bunny--Matt can't stop thinking of him that way, though he's tried to come up with another name for him--has laid waste to both of Matt's sandals and several packs' worth of cigarettes, and is making serious inroads on the blankets on Matt's bed. The thing's a fuzzy agent of destruction. Kind of like Mello himself, really, back in the day ( Read more... )