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[omggoggles]

Oi.

Someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?

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[omggoggles]

Mmm... [stirs slightly, eyes still closed]

[registers that there is someone asleep... on him... and he's holding them... and has been for god knows how long]

... [tenses slightly and opens eyes]

THE FUCK MELLO!? [attempting to slide out from beneath Mello and push him away at the same time]

[chocolategun]

[is having the best sleep he's had in ages, you ass, and you're trying to wake him up?]

[doesn't really wake up at the movement, or at the shout, kind of half holding on to Matt]

[omggoggles]

[might just be panicking slightly]

Mello. MELLO. GET OFF WILL YOU!?

[attempts at getting off chair and away from Mello totally not working]

[falls off chair, dragging Mello down with him] Ahh... [stares] [mumbles] I'm fucked up...

[chocolategun]

[kind of blearily opens his eyes to look at Matt, makes a questioning noise far back in his throat]

Mmn?

[omggoggles]

[almost reluctantly, still staring]

Mello... get off. [tone softer, as though distracted]

[god damn it... was he enjoying this? That... what?] [very confused right now]

[chocolategun]

[kind of stretches out and then curls back into Matt]

[voice slightly muffled with sleep] don't wanna. [not really awake, persay]

[omggoggles]

[tenses, stares]

...don't wanna? [mumbles and frowns]

Too fucking bad! Get off! [shoves Mello away (slightly gentler than he normally would), crawls away]

[chocolategun]

[kind of slowly waking up]

... [curls up slightly, wrapping arms around himself, trying to think through the haze of sleepycuddles]

[omggoggles]

[shakily lighting a cigarette, looking at Mello with his "what the?" face]

[rather bothered that he somehow enjoyed that, and that he was actually... cuddling Mello]

The fuck..? [pacing back and forth, looking at Mello, not looking at Mello, looking back at Mello, fuck stop looking at Mello! looking at the floor, glance back at Mello]

[sucking back on cigarette]

[chocolategun]

[very softly, not looking at Matt]

Sorry.

I should have left.

[looks kind of like someone just kicked his kitten]

[or took away his chocolate.]

[omggoggles]

I-- ahh. [makes frustrated noise]

Nah... well. Yes. But... [long drag of cigarette]

[still pacing]

[chocolategun]

[slowly standing up]

I should go home.

[omggoggles]

[doesn't reply, just... keeps smoking]

[pause] Where did I live?

[chocolategun]

[stops halfway to moving to take a step]

...with me. Apartment over a bookstore. You can have it back.

[omggoggles]

Hey? What? No, no, it's your place...

I'll find somewhere else. [starting to regain composure]

Shouldn't be too hard for me, there seems to be plenty of empty apartments around here. [forces a smile]

[chocolategun]

It was yours to begin with. I still have a place.