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Character(s): Mello, Matt, anyone who notices/wants to join
Content: Mello and Matt are really bored and decide the best way to smoke out who's in charge around here is to blow things up.
Setting: One of the nicer areas of town, near shops and cafes, with fountains to be blown up.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: explosions, cursing
Mello mentally ran over the details of the plan again as they walked, checking for flaws, far more nervous than he'd admit to being. He wanted no repeats of what had happened last time. No, this seemed fine. Loud and obvious, but that was the point. God, he was sick of this place. How boring could you get?
And these natives! Mello and Matt strode past, dressed strangely by their standards, Mello eating chocolate and Matt smoking as they walked, both of them carrying shopping bags that had to look a little odd, and not a second glance! No one was even checking him out and he could tell you, that was definitely weird. Did these non-people even lack a sex drive? How the hell did they survive?
He stole a glance at Matt, wondering what he was thinking. Did he have doubts, too? Was he afraid Mello had made a huge mistake and would get him killed again? Sometimes Mello wondered how the hell Matt could still trust him, after what had happened. And yet he relied on that, counted on it even.
At last they were close enough. Mello stopped in the shade of an overhang, target in view, crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper into a tight ball with an air of finality and turned to Matt, his smile vicious. "All right, you know the plan. Blow it, then meet me back here to watch the fun. Ready?"
Content: Mello and Matt are really bored and decide the best way to smoke out who's in charge around here is to blow things up.
Setting: One of the nicer areas of town, near shops and cafes, with fountains to be blown up.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: explosions, cursing
Mello mentally ran over the details of the plan again as they walked, checking for flaws, far more nervous than he'd admit to being. He wanted no repeats of what had happened last time. No, this seemed fine. Loud and obvious, but that was the point. God, he was sick of this place. How boring could you get?
And these natives! Mello and Matt strode past, dressed strangely by their standards, Mello eating chocolate and Matt smoking as they walked, both of them carrying shopping bags that had to look a little odd, and not a second glance! No one was even checking him out and he could tell you, that was definitely weird. Did these non-people even lack a sex drive? How the hell did they survive?
He stole a glance at Matt, wondering what he was thinking. Did he have doubts, too? Was he afraid Mello had made a huge mistake and would get him killed again? Sometimes Mello wondered how the hell Matt could still trust him, after what had happened. And yet he relied on that, counted on it even.
At last they were close enough. Mello stopped in the shade of an overhang, target in view, crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper into a tight ball with an air of finality and turned to Matt, his smile vicious. "All right, you know the plan. Blow it, then meet me back here to watch the fun. Ready?"