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is this all right? [ongoing]

Jul 08, 2008 01:28

WHO: Mello (virucide) and Matt (lungrot).
WHAT: A "commitment" talk.
WHERE: In the kitchen.
WHEN: Day 62: late at night, early morning.

( sometimes it's better if we don't speak )

mello, matt

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lungrot July 8 2008, 06:13:11 UTC

The red head stared a while longer at the glowing monitor before him, brow knit in thought. It took the other's voice to bring him back down to earth, suddenly all too aware of the urgency with which he found himself to his feet, scrambling to get to the kitchen without further wait. Stepping through the door way, he flashed the other a lopsided grin.

"How thoughtful."

virucide July 8 2008, 06:28:52 UTC

Mello closed the laptop with a snap and leaned back in his seat, giving the redhead his undivided attention. Hooking one long leg over the arm of the chair, he mirrored the grin with his own sly smirk, drumming his fingers rhythmically against the surface of the table. He wanted to get straight down to business, and waited to see if Matt would make his sandwich or not.

Finally: "So? Don't leave me in suspense. What's got you like this, Matt? Never really thought you were the type."

lungrot July 8 2008, 07:14:28 UTC

Content with simply picking at the lunch meat instead of making himself a proper sandwich, Matt shrugged. To tell the blond that his reasoning behind the whole commitment declaration was that he had to only because Mello insinuated that he couldn't would be the equivalent of shooting himself in the foot, he knew. So Matt shrugged, instead, eyes ceiling-bound.

"I don't know. Just felt like it, I guess."

virucide July 8 2008, 07:36:10 UTC

The silence he let engulf their - admittedly lacking - conversation was fluid, typical, and lasted no more than a handful of seconds. One brow rose in an elegant arch at the redhead's words, but otherwise he showed no outward signs of expression. Matt's answer solidified the fact that he had no ulterior motives, that this, unless he was lying, was probably a pointless discussion. Mello remained unfazed.

"Okay." He'd bait him, then. "I'll just forget you said anything. How's the turkey? I was kind of iffy about the expiration date on the package, but I figured I'd wait and see if you started spontaneously vomiting before I intervened."

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