Who: Mello and Matt
Where: Terra
When: During the earthquakes, about... 12pm?
Summary: Everythings bein destroyed, Matt knows he probably hasn't got a chance in hell, so if you're going down you might as well do it with your best mate and a six pack of beer.
Rating: Er... R maybe?
Other: Sup?
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It's the end of the world as we know it, It's the end of the world as we know it, It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine... )
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By the time Mello had sat down and joined him on the bench (which was giving his bum the feeling like he was in overpriced massage chair) Matt had already cracked open a can for him and held it open ready for him to take. After he leaned back against the bench again, grinning at the arm Mello had thrown around him.
Damn they must look pretty cool sat here like this, while everyone else was kicking and screaming on their way down. Matt and Mello though were taking it in a classy way though.
"Sup?" He asked, saluting him with the beer before taking a drag. For the past few minutes an annoying feeling of white noise had been carrying in his ears alongside the rumblings and cracking of breaking buildings, but he shook it off. "I think we're fucked man."
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"I think you’re right." He replied as he took another sip of the alcohol in a can. "Kinda fucking sucks." But really, if Mello was to die, then at least he was with his best friend. They did have that pact thing going on. The type that says ‘hey, you’re not dying without me’ because best mates just did that and Mello leaned into Matt.
"So you’re freaking out now?" Mello asked with a hint of static in his voice, not like Mello could hear it himself and he let his eyes half-close and looked at the chaos that was all around him. His ass felt numb too. And then he let out a long exhale of something, relief probably. "Just think of it as a video game."
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"Well I'm not too pleased, some of those computers and games cost a bomb, y'know?" Matt drew in a shuddering breath, Mello hitting the nail in the head of course. No one wanted to die, unless you were a suicidal fucker but then that just proved you were nuts anyway. Nope, Matt was completely sane and rational, so he didn't want to die.
He was also realistic and so pushed down the pesky flight instinct, running wouldn't get him out of this. He accepted it just like he tended to accept most things, so he was sitting and waiting. Just glad he didn't have to do it alone. "Cool, that means I'll respawn after."
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