[Log, Week 9, Day 1] I feel a storm coming (backdated)

[mightstealyrcar]

Who: Matt, Mello
Status: Closed
Style: Prose
Where: The inn at Yomisato, a bit after this
When: Night, Week 9, Day 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just their potty mouths, I expect.

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[searedsuccessor]

It's good to have someone so close, though Mello knows that if it came to the worst, he'd end up putting one between B's eyes with or without Matt's help. So it isn't exactly that he needs the backup, in this particular situation, but that he's trying to get a few things going at once and for that, Matt's company is not only welcome, but fucking cherished

[mightstealyrcar]

Matt locked the door, of course, and though he's pretty sure that's Mello (who else could make one tap sound so demanding?), he opens the door a crack at first to peek. "Hey." He stands aside to let his friend in.

"I don't want a lecture, man. I woulda gotten busted trying to rob someone. I can only swipe virtual money, remember? Not the kind that jingles."

There's no reason on earth he should feel guilty, but it's in there, mixed with the leftover annoyance at himself for being so damn likely to trip over his own feet, or something, if he tried lifting anything. Maybe it's leftover guilt from having ditched Mello with the psycho. But if they can stay in Yomisato, he can un-ditch him. Matt's used to being alone and all, but it's a hell of a lot less enjoyable when you pretty much only have your own thoughts to keep you company, and no distractions from them. He's been worried, too, about what might happen if B decided to take another crack at fighting Mello. Not that he'd ever admit that.

[searedsuccessor]

A single, dismissive glance downward, and Mello scoffs at what he pretty much expected to see.

"Close the door." It's a pointless statement, but it's his way of letting Matt know that singing like a bird is even more pointless. They have bigger shit to worry about, and he's pretty sure that despite the lack of resources, the guy isn't the type to roll over and give up. Matt's a survivor, like him. He'll make his way.

And he's immediately striding over to the bed, where he sinks down, stretching his legs out over the floor in front of him, emitting a pretty long, drawn-out exhale. The exasperation isn't directed at Matt, in particular. Just... everything. From the moment he woke up here, it's been one big fucking headache.

"Business first." Ah, this kinda feels like home, doesn't it? "Get anything besides a name?"

[mightstealyrcar]

Matt rolls his eyes, but he closes and re-locks the door. It's comforting, in a weird way, how Mello's still all about the results. He sits on the edge of the bed, a little away from the blond, spacing out for a sec, like he did back in the opium den, to get it set in his mind's eye again.

"He's a big guy. Likes fancy shit. Probably new to the position, or fighting to hang onto it. He wants to make sure everyone knows he's got guys at his beck and call."

A glance back at Mello. Even if this doesn't work out, having a project that isn't B will make things easier on him, which will make things easier on Matt.

"You want me to do my thing, track him some?"

[searedsuccessor]

"Yeah. Just know that we stand out around here like sore fuckin' thumbs. Hanging around the opium den isn't a good idea unless you're posing as a customer, but if this guy's as big as you say, you won't be dealing with him directly."

And Mello knows that any of them posing as someone just looking for a little work won't be taken lightly. They're foreigners, pretty much shit, and there's no way someone like them can just waltz into a place like that for a menial job.

"Might take some time," he murmurs more to himself than anything, and he wishes B weren't such a fucking liability. There was a nice, open-looking saké bar a little ways from the inn, and he'd be willing to bet that the two go hand in hand. Only the latter would be more light-hearted. Maybe someone would drink a little too much, develop a case of loose lips.

But of course, to carry out any of this shit, they need a base income. And Mello's not really too big on going out into the forest to off some animals. That's why he's here, in the first place.