[Thread]
Who: Mello & Tetora
Where: Mello's place
When: Something like 1-2am
Summary: Mello's back, Tetora is a stalking shithead
Rating: R
Other: No
Leather stretched out over the couch in the small two-bed roomed claustrophobic apartment as the blonde was idly tapping away at the laptop on the coffee table. The mass array of papers and useless documents were shuffled and hit the floor -- Mello snorted, a leather-gloved finger went under his nose before fingers pressed together into a ball and soothed over his tired disposition. Lips twitched into two thin lines before pursing thoughtfully.
He hardly remembered the last few months -- everything was a massive blur but the blond thought nothing of it, he was too fixated on the present, not giving much of a shit about the affairs that happened before he was in the Turks. The only relationship that Mello could vaguely remember was that of his lazy-ass roommate, Matt, and the school teacher. However, there was still threads that tugged at the back of his mind, and like a noisy invisible bug, Mello swept his hand in his mid-air behind his head, letting out a soft sound of annoyance.
The last job that he underwent gave the blonde a lot of cash to burn, and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over the arm of the couch and glanced at his watch. Two thirty-three in the morning was a great time for Matt to be walking that dog. Yeah; all the chicks dig guys with dogs. But Mello slumped back against the couch, the heel of his boot closing the laptop and narrow fingers reached for the sweet addiction on the small table, clamping it between his teeth and letting it crack between teeth satisfyingly.
Where: Mello's place
When: Something like 1-2am
Summary: Mello's back, Tetora is a stalking shithead
Rating: R
Other: No
Leather stretched out over the couch in the small two-bed roomed claustrophobic apartment as the blonde was idly tapping away at the laptop on the coffee table. The mass array of papers and useless documents were shuffled and hit the floor -- Mello snorted, a leather-gloved finger went under his nose before fingers pressed together into a ball and soothed over his tired disposition. Lips twitched into two thin lines before pursing thoughtfully.
He hardly remembered the last few months -- everything was a massive blur but the blond thought nothing of it, he was too fixated on the present, not giving much of a shit about the affairs that happened before he was in the Turks. The only relationship that Mello could vaguely remember was that of his lazy-ass roommate, Matt, and the school teacher. However, there was still threads that tugged at the back of his mind, and like a noisy invisible bug, Mello swept his hand in his mid-air behind his head, letting out a soft sound of annoyance.
The last job that he underwent gave the blonde a lot of cash to burn, and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over the arm of the couch and glanced at his watch. Two thirty-three in the morning was a great time for Matt to be walking that dog. Yeah; all the chicks dig guys with dogs. But Mello slumped back against the couch, the heel of his boot closing the laptop and narrow fingers reached for the sweet addiction on the small table, clamping it between his teeth and letting it crack between teeth satisfyingly.