He hadn't thought this through past getting into a room so he didn't really care when the door shut and they continued, not even looking for the bed he assumed should probably be there. Mello wasn't sure when he'd realized how much he'd missed this--sometime between that first touch and the kiss--but now he couldn't take his hands off Matt's body,
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The pack was set next to Mello's leg and he stood beside him smoking for a moment while he considered the pros and cons of moving on the table. It didn't look stable enough for him to throw himself on top of the other man and after a moment he just shrugged to himself and reached up to touch the collar he'd almost forgotten he was still wearing. Pulling it off meant throwing it on the ground toward Mello's and he slid down to the ground beside the table, staring at the carpet.
"So what's been happening? I can't remember how long it's been since we bumped into each other." Time seemed to lose form here, it pushed borders of the human mind and he was sure he'd lived years here at times, and in a way he had, but the actual time between when he'd first shown up and now didn't seem as impressive.
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"Dunno," he muttered, trying to remember what Matt was referring to. "Nothing much." That just meant he couldn't remember and didn't care right now to try harder. "You?"
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He shifted back to rest against one of the table's legs and his head hit back against it, watching his bare legs and then reaching up to knock on the underside of the table where he thought Mello's head must be. "I saved the world though and became God. Then I made a deal with the corporate world so that I could recreate technology and ended up stealing it and leaving everyone in the dark ages so that they were forced to come after me and fight in like. Mortal Kombat like games in order to try to win it back."
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"Did not," he argued, trying against turn over and finally managing to prop himself up slightly on his side, one arm dangling down over the edge of the table near Matt, but only half trying to reach him. "Stop saying stupid things."
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Years, if he counted those interwoven lives he seemed to always be walking through. "It could have happened though." The suggestion trailed off and it had been pointless to begin with but most words were.
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Well, almost. "I'm cold," he muttered, wiggling his fingers at Matt for attention.
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He stepped back. "I'm going to see if there are any bandages around here first."
The room was unfamiliar but he headed for the bathroom first anyway. It figured Mello would lay there and bleed to death but he didn't try to talk the man into following him to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection once he was there, naked skin stained with Mello's blood, and he was thinking of other things too, juggling thoughts, and then they were all pushed away as he rifled through the drawers for something useful.
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He lifted his other hand to hold the gauze in place, pressing down because he'd felt that was what Matt was doing. They probably should have done this earlier. He still half didn't care-- probably because he was still rather lightheaded because of it.
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"I hadn't realize there'd been this much blood." It'd been easy to ignore it while they'd been fucking but the towel was heavy with red now and he was going to need another if the bleeding didn't stop soon.
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He groaned, shifting slightly so he could get his free hand beneath him, propping himself up on an elbow. "Help me - sit up," he asked, voice sounding a little strained as he fought off the renewed dizziness. But it would be better to sit up, get the injured area above his heart.
The deepest wound that Matt was tending to was the only one still actively bleeding, and it was probably a miracle nothing vital had been torn. Though it was still a fragile area that bled plenty and they'd been ignoring it for a while. Mello, honestly, was still only about half-aware of all this. He lacked the urgency that might or might not be a good idea right now, instead just acting on a combination of what Matt told him to do and years-old first aid schooling.
((OOC: LOL YOU'RE STILL UP?! you vanished on AIM so I ( ... )
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"Let's go to the couch," he said again, spitting nicotine into the room with each breath. "It's closer to the bathroom in case we need more bandages."
The ground was still littered with everything he'd thrown off in the rush to get to here and there were pieces of broken glass too. It didn't look like the room belonged to anyone else but that wasn't saying much. None of the rooms really belonged to anyone, he thought. Maybe that's why it was so hard to stay in one place.
[ooc: i DID. after. >>]
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When they'd managed to get to the couch--carefully, Mello glaring at broken things on the floor--he sank into it gratefully, letting his head fall back with a groan. "Wanna get me some water?" Mello asked without looking up at Matt, just relaxing for a bit. Other than the pain and lightheadedness, he didn't feel that bad. Actually, if the dizziness went away, the sensation of floating was still rather nice.
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