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.]

Comments

[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]