Misa flushes again. She seems to have been permanently pink this evening. She's not really sure why Mello is getting to her as much as he is. She's used to people finding her attractive...she's even used to people telling her so. But it's Mello. It's Matt's Mello. She chews her bottom lip, thoughtfully, lost in her own thoughts for a moment.
When she looks back up at him, her expression is unreadable.
"...I didn't mean to step on anyone's toes, you know. With the Matt thing. It just sort of...happened."
She feels for some reason like she needs to apologise for it. It's evident that Matt and Mello have quite a...history, and there's still a part of her that feels almost guilty for intruding on that, not to mention a little embarrassed by it.
Mello shrugs. "Not much I can do about it," he replies. "Matty's always marched to the beat of his own drummer; I'm not his master. Just his friend." His best friend, he leaves out - it'd probably just makes things too messy.
It was interesting to hear Mello put it that way. She'd rather gotten the impression that Mello was the dominant one, that whatever he said, Matt would do. Leader and follower. Similar, at least, to her relationship with Light - only obviously with a lot more care and respect.
She nods, thoughtfully.
"Well, okay. As long as it doesn't bother you." she looks up at him again, a little awkwardly "...you can sit down, you know."
He glares at her before yanking her even closer, screaming in her face, "I would if I could, dammit - but you can't trade something you don't even fucking have!"
It hurts so much. Misa's eyes are watering from the pressure on her scalp, but somehow she still isn't frightened. She barely reacts to the pain, except to attempt to kick out at Mello, her leg sliding out from under her and jerking towards his stomach. It's a pretty pathetic gesture, but it's better than nothing.
"If you cared that much you'd find a way." she snarls at him, still seething with anger "That's what the rest of us do - you know, those of us who actually give a shit about the people we love."
When she kicks out at him, Mello grabs her ankle with his free hand; the Beretta in his back pocket is temporarily forgotten as he climbs into his knees on the bed, hovering over, pressed up against her a little.
"Do you not understand what I'm saying?" he growls in her face. "I'm saying that I'm gonna die too!" Angry, he shoves her away, releasing her hair and pointing above his head. "I know you've got the motherfucking eyes - look up here and tell me how long it says!" His tone has become less angry - more determined.
It was incredibly inappropriate, but something about the entire scenario was...exciting Misa. She looks up at him as he kneels over her, painfully aware of how close his body is to hers, his thin hips only inches away from her own.
What the hell is wrong with you?She can't tell if she's relieved or disappointed when he lets her go. She stays put, not moving from her position on her back, staring up at him
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Turning with his hands in his pockets, he eyes her. "And I wasn't talking about the room."
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When she looks back up at him, her expression is unreadable.
"...I didn't mean to step on anyone's toes, you know. With the Matt thing. It just sort of...happened."
She feels for some reason like she needs to apologise for it. It's evident that Matt and Mello have quite a...history, and there's still a part of her that feels almost guilty for intruding on that, not to mention a little embarrassed by it.
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She nods, thoughtfully.
"Well, okay. As long as it doesn't bother you." she looks up at him again, a little awkwardly "...you can sit down, you know."
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"If you cared that much you'd find a way." she snarls at him, still seething with anger "That's what the rest of us do - you know, those of us who actually give a shit about the people we love."
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"Do you not understand what I'm saying?" he growls in her face. "I'm saying that I'm gonna die too!" Angry, he shoves her away, releasing her hair and pointing above his head. "I know you've got the motherfucking eyes - look up here and tell me how long it says!" His tone has become less angry - more determined.
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What the hell is wrong with you?She can't tell if she's relieved or disappointed when he lets her go. She stays put, not moving from her position on her back, staring up at him ( ... )
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