An Inconventient Truth.
Who: Matt (
goggled_geek) and Mello (
melloesque).
What: Two best friends discuss Mikami, Near, the universe and all the rest.
When: After this encounter with Near and before poker night.
Where: Mello´s room.
Warnings: NC-17 *bites nails* ;D
The lights were out, the shades were down, and so was he.
Mello was spread not on his bed, but beneath it, surrounded by empty chocolate bar wrappers, moaning. This hadn´t been a good idea at all. Chocolate had always made him feel alive, fired up, and helped him think, but this .... obviously, indulging in gluttonous consumption was not the way to escape the steaming pile of problems he was dealing - or not dealing - with. Not anymore. The room was spinning. All he wanted was to die, or find something to vomit into. And maybe somebody who whose presence he found remotely comforting and not unnerving.
There was, truly, only one person in the world that fit this bill. The knock on the door was answered with a faint whimper that, Mello hoped, was too soft to be heard on the other side.
"C-come in," He muttered weakly, fighting to keep the nausea out of his voice. Then, after a moment of thought, he added "....come in if you´re Matt."
goggled_geek) and Mello (
melloesque).
What: Two best friends discuss Mikami, Near, the universe and all the rest.
When: After this encounter with Near and before poker night.
Where: Mello´s room.
Warnings: NC-17 *bites nails* ;D
The lights were out, the shades were down, and so was he.
Mello was spread not on his bed, but beneath it, surrounded by empty chocolate bar wrappers, moaning. This hadn´t been a good idea at all. Chocolate had always made him feel alive, fired up, and helped him think, but this .... obviously, indulging in gluttonous consumption was not the way to escape the steaming pile of problems he was dealing - or not dealing - with. Not anymore. The room was spinning. All he wanted was to die, or find something to vomit into. And maybe somebody who whose presence he found remotely comforting and not unnerving.
There was, truly, only one person in the world that fit this bill. The knock on the door was answered with a faint whimper that, Mello hoped, was too soft to be heard on the other side.
"C-come in," He muttered weakly, fighting to keep the nausea out of his voice. Then, after a moment of thought, he added "....come in if you´re Matt."