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[gamer_anon]

Whoever sent the little love note, points off for creativity. Could've at least added little "check yes or no" boxes at the end of it. Pretty sure it's not from Mello, since his are always in German.

Next time leave cigarettes. Need them more than a chocolate rose...not that it'll go to waste.

Christ, I'm tired.

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[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

Yeah I got one too.

[Pause]

Can I have your chocolate rose?

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

Better be from a ghost. Shit, never thought I'd say that.

[Pause]

Yeah, but maybe we should wait.

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

So everyone's got a ghost admirer? What are the odds? Why would that even happen? Best I can tell we're here for their entertainment, like animals in a zoo, why the sudden change of heart or...whatever this is.

[He finishes off the chocolate]

[Thoughtfully] These are actually pretty good chocolate. Like whoever it is had to pay big for this stuff.

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

[Matt blinks, the perfectly good questions that Mello asks overlooked as he watches Mello eat his chocolate.]

Fuck, Mello...

[He goes over to stand in front of the blond, removing the cigarette from between his lips.]

What if that shit's been poisoned or something.

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

[Mello's usual paranoia has been weakened by the promise of holy-fuck-free-chocolate]

It was wrapped...

[But it's clear that Mello knows this is a weak excuse]

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

"..."

[Matt rubs a gloved hand down his face before taking one last drag from his cigarette and flicking it away.]

Open up.

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

So forward of you.

[A snort and then he realizes Matt is very serious]

You want me to spit it out, don't you?

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

Well the fact that you can fuckin' talk makes me think that you've already swallowed the shit.

[He looks as annoyed as he sounds...but he still crouches down in front of Mello, looking up at him.}

Feel...different or anything?

Re: [In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

Yeah.

[Opens his mouth as proof.]

You're a little late.

[He crosses his arms and watches Matt as if Matt's insane. He sighs, knowing that Matt is right but not about to let him know that.]

I feel fine.

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

Yeah?

[Matt eyes him a moment longer before taking out his next cigarette.]

If you say so.

[He reaches into the pocket of his vest to get his lighter...at least that's what it looks like. But he's reaching for something else instead. He snaps one handcuff onto Mello's wrist, the other one onto his own.]

But just in case...can't have you wandering off.

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

[That he wasn't expecting. Mello blinks and looks from Matt to the cuffs and back again.]

What the fuck was that for?!

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

Until I'm sure that no weird shit is gonna happen to you...

[Matt trails off, lifting his hand that's cuffed to Mello's.]

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

When the fuck do you plan on letting me go? Some poisons take days to act, you know that. If it's fucking ricin it'll be two days before you're cuffed to a very dead body.

But fine, have it your own fucking way.

When this is over I'm taking these cuffs.

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

[This isn't the time to get cocky. Matt knows that... But sometimes, whether it's guns aimed at him or Mello's wrath looming on the horizon, sometimes he just can't resist.

...But for the record, he'd rather have the guns on him.]

That a promise?

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

Don't get cute with me! I am not in the mood!

[In Person]

[gamer_anon]

Right.

[Matt sighs and sits down on the floor. Where he'll probably be sleeping for a night or two when this is over.]