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French electronics are a joke. But their cigarettes? Not bad. Think I'm all stocked up on Gauloises and Gitanes

Hey Mello, it's my turn today. You said whatever I wanted and here's what I want.

French fries. Not made out of designer potatoes or with fancy sauce splashed across them. Real french fries. We're gonna find 'em and we're gonna eat 'em.

Wouldn't recommend wearing any of your nice new clothes though. Ketchup can be a bitch to get out.

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[He's wearing one of his new outfits already, although he's definitely going to change if Matt can't be convinced to do something else.]

You know those are American, right?

Just ask for pommes frites.

[A promise is a promise, an expression that Mello only applies when Matt is involved.]

Fine. But I get to pick again tomorrow.

Christ, how many outfits can one guy wear?

[Matt arches a brow at him.]

Mafia spoiled you.

There are an infinite number of possibilities Matt. And if there's the slightest one I could get ketchup on my clothes I am not wearing anything that expensive.

[He pulls his shirt and pants off off and puts them back on the hanger.]

Who said we were going shopping tomorrow?

[Mello stands at the closet door, one hand on his chin, trying to decide what exactly he should put on.]

Infinite. Right.

[Matt leans against the door frame, watching him.]

Have something else in mind?

[He sighs dejectedly because he really wants to wear his new clothes, but settles for the clothes he came here in, because he's managed to get blood off of those before without issue. He slips the pants on, lacing them up as he talks]

Maybe. Or maybe I'm still working on it. A visit to the hardware store is definitely in order. I need to get supplies for explosives. After that-

[He finishes tying and gives Matt a cryptic smirk]

-who knows?

[Matt nods a little. Explosives always come in handy.

As for the 'who knows' part...]

Guess I'll have to wait and see, huh.

Guess so.

[He zips up his vest]

Where are we going for your pommes frites?

The better question would be where won't I go.

[Ho boy]

Okay, where are we going first?

Let's start in the middle of the city and work our way out.

One rule. We don't set foot in any place that serves fucking snails.

So you mean everyplace?

[Mello shrugs]

They're not bad, garlic-y mostly.

[Matt hasn't seen him eat any on his trip here, but he has in the past. Back in his days with the mob when he got the largest plate on the menu and ate about three bites of it before waiting for the high priced chocolate deserts.]

What? The electronics?

Yeah. Kick things that don't work.

Sounds like a plan.

I'm Natsuo.

Matt.

So do you like video games?

That's probably putting it mildly.

You?

yeah! I play them whenever I can!

Yeah? What's your favorite kinds?

First person shooter! Oh, and anything I can play with Youji.

Those are a good way to kill a day.

Youji?

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