[[Incomplete]] Aaron and Mello

[x_rette_mich_x]

[ WHO ] : Aaron Gawain and Mello
[ WHERE ]: Mello's Apartment
[ WHEN ]: Tuesday, September 22nd
[ RATING ]: TBA
[ WARNINGS ]: TBA
[ NOTES ]: Chocolate fiends unite

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[xantheose]

Mello was no artist by far, and the tacky tape up job on the bathroom door attested to that. But the freak behind the wooden barrier seemed to be subdued for the most part and that seemed good enough for the moment. In reality the thing, monster - whatever you wanted to label it - had startled him pretty good. Not that he'd admit it to anyone of course. Admitting it would be weakness and in a place like this...weakness probably wasn't the best thing to let on to.

What was perhaps more troubling than the creature in the bathroom was his own current state of existence. He'd been expecting to hear a boom, a large explosion and feel the heat and walls of the mafia headquarters collapse around him. But instead he'd woken up here, nearly choking on a candy which somehow had been pushed in his mouth. The murky black water which, to its merit was draining away slowly still had done a number on his Italian leather shoes

[x_rette_mich_x]

They were both blondes with similar hairstyles.

That was actually the first thing that Aaron noticed about him. In response to the suddenness of Mello's appearance, he offered him a shy smile, offering the bag out towards him as he slid inside, sighing unconsciously in relief as the door closed once more.

"Yeah, that's me. And...you're Mello right?" he added, hoping he had gotten it right.

"There's...different kinds in there. Maybe a couple hot chocolate packets too. But I wouldn't necessarily add milk. Stuff like that goes bad here really fast when you can find it." he added, realizing he was dangerously close to babbling, and shutting up.

"Mmm...here."

[xantheose]

Mello took the bag gratefully, much more than he usually would've toward a person. But desperate times called for desperate lapses in his usual front. After all, being polite never did anyone any harm. "Thanks. Really." He said, fishing out a chocolate bar from the bag, setting the rest aside on a small table.

"Yeah, I'm Mello."

Snap. The only sound for a moment as he peeled away the foil on the chocolate bar, sinking his teeth into the cocoa sweet. God that felt good. Letting the piece melt on his tongue, Mello took a good look at the younger boy, who admittedly wasn't much shorter than he was. They were both blond and blue eyed. Aaron almost even had the same haircut as he did.

"You like chocolate, huh?" Well, that was obvious enough. It seemed like a good enough conversation starter.

[x_rette_mich_x]

"It's no problem, really." he murmured, not shyly per se so much as...a little intimidated at the other. He watched him, pleased at how the other seemed to enjoy the chocolate. It really was good for a quick fix when you needed something. And since the boy had never even contemplated alcohol...

"Yeah. Pamela used to say I made the best hot chocolate ever...back home." His smile faltered a little, then picked up speed quick enough, hand rising to push his hair out of his face, only to have the strands fall right back over his eye the moment his hand dropped.

"Are there...a lot of dangerous things in your apartment? Some of them...are worse than others." he confided quietly, glancing about with an expectant eye.