And what can you say to a bad guy who's not there?

[electronic_mail]

--really sucks.  I mean, someone should seriously just mark the rooms with what they do, instead of X's, you know?

*He pauses a moment, in thought.*

But then, the mansion would probably switch the rooms around, just to fuck us all over.

*Mencia laughs quietly, emerging into the hallway from the therapy room, Mello right behind him.*

Comments

[jusadmello]

Mello laughs a little and follows Mencia. 'You think the mansion, or whatever, is sentient?'

Creepy.

[jusadmello]

Mello rakes a hand through his hair and inhales again tentatively. 'Shit. I guess so. I don't know if he cared about anything.'

[electronic_mail]

That's just fail.

*He sighs.*

I mean, if it wasn't for my orders, I probably wouldn't care either. But it's his fucking job to care, and I'm doing it better than he is, y'know? He's supposed to be the hero--none of this 'retiring' shit.

[jusadmello]

Mello pauses. 'I still don't really see ...well. You seem like you could be a hero on your own, is all.'

[electronic_mail]

Me?

*He laughs.*

Eh. I'm not the hero material. At all.

[jusadmello]

Mello shrugs. 'You seem capable. I don't know what I'm talking about though. I barely know you.'

[electronic_mail]

Heh. I've got no mind for tactics, or how to take care of a family. My abilities are lacking, and, frankly--

*His eyes dart around the hallway, as he leans in to whisper.*

--I'm not that much of an ass.

[jusadmello]

Mello laughs, turns to mutter into Matt's ear, 'I don't know about that.'

[electronic_mail]

*He raises an eyebrow, smirking a little.*

Metaphorically, of course.

[jusadmello]

Mello barks out a surprised laugh. 'Someone changed their mood really fast!'

[electronic_mail]

Hey, you start talking about shit like that, anyone in their right mind is gonna change their mind.

Unless you meant that I actually am an asshole. Am I an asshole, Mello? *An amused look*

[jusadmello]

Mello laughs and leans back, becoming serious for a second. 'Honestly? No, I don't. I've known you for a day, but I don't think you are.'

[electronic_mail]

*Smiling easily again.*

Cool. I try not to come off as asshole-ish.

You don't seem like much of one either. Feeling better?

[jusadmello]

Mello smiles a little. 'Yeah.'

He isn't used to people being nice. Or used to himself being nice.

[electronic_mail]

Mm. That's good.

*Exhaling smoke, and glancing over.*

So, now that you know all about my boss, tell me about your Matt?

[jusadmello]

Mello shrugs. 'He's...we. He was my friend, you know? One of my only. I hate a lot of people; didn't hate him.' He pauses, drops his burnt out cigarette and grinds it into the floor absently.

'He and I - we worked. He was really smart and loyal, and I was- not his boss, not like you and Macabre, but not so dissimilar.'