35th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello is busily going through the racks of a little French boutique in St. Germain. Outside it's raining again but inside it's warm and music pumps through the floor. Mello removes a pair of tight faded jeans off of the rack and holds them out, appraising them. He tisks his tongue at his own indecision and holds them out towards a nearby chair he has covered with clothes.]

What do you think?

[...oh wait. That's not a pile of clothes, it's Matt. Matt playing pack mule as Mello shops, the blond is clearly enjoying being armed with a credit card a little too much. There are already a few shopping bags around Matt's feet, including one marked with the name "Pierre Hermé", a bag presumably stuffed with chocolate.]

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[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[He's already sick of Paris.

But to be fair, Matt tires of anyplace that forces him to actually be outside. Trailing after Mello and carrying his many purchases has given the redhead enough fresh air and exercise to last him...well, forever really.

He stares at Mello for a moment, looking like someone who's having the very soul sucked out of them, one credit card transaction at a time.]

...You sure those aren't chick jeans?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello looks over at Matt first looking annoyed then he chuckles a little at the look on Matt's face]

Christ, you look like you've just lived through a war.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah, shopping with you? In Paris? It is a fucking battle.

[He snorts.]

All these snobby little boutiques...

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello snickers] Come on! We're in Paris! The fashion capital of the world! What am I supposed to do, ignore that fact? We've been cooped up in that damn Manor for so fucking long, I think we deserve a vacation.

[Words Mello never says, apparently the European chocolate and expensive clothes are getting to his head. He sighs like the drama queen that he is]

Tomorrow we can do whatever retarded shit you want to do, alright?

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt glances to the side. Clearly, fashion does not interest him.

I mean, just look at what he's wearing. What he's -been- wearing.

Mello's promise regains his interest though.]

Anything?

[His brow arches.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[He's holding the jeans against himself but looks up towards Matt]

Yeah, anything.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt smiles a little before sinking down in his chair.]

Take your time. Enjoy your day.

[Because Matt plans on enjoying his.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrows raise]

Should I be worried?

[He gestures for Matt to follow him]

I'm trying this stuff on.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt shrugs, putting on his best poker face.

He sighs a bit at the gesture and starts untangling himself from all the stuff Mello's already bought.]

Thought only chicks went into dressing rooms with each other.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Dammit but his best poker face is good. Mello sticks him with his best threatening face, the face that cracked even the most hardened criminals, but between these two it's hard to say which one will give up first.

Well, not that hard. It's Mello.]

Fine! I have your retarded little secret.

[Mello throws up his hands and walks towards the back of the shop where the changing room is]

No one said you had to come.

[But when has Matt ever turned down a chance to watch Mello take off his clothes?]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Good point.

Matt takes a drag from his cigarette before standing and following after.]

Need me to unzip something?

[He can do that much. He's good at that.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

We'll see.

[He closes the changing room door behind Matt. After pulling on a shirt with a price tag substantially larger than most of the apartments Matt and he have shared he regards himself in the mirror. He speaks offhandedly]

She's going to get us for this, you realize.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah. No reason for her to give us a vacation. Nothing in it for her.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

She's planning something, either that or she thinks we've earned this. Or both. What do you think?

[He's asking about the pants]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt blinks.]

Like 'em.

They'll look great balled up in the corner in the morning.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello snickers]

For this price you better fold them.

[He slips them off, yes, he is definitely getting those]