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badfic_manor2010-07-08 04:10 pm
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[The beach, the water, the blue sky...it's paradise. In theory. Because one man's paradise is another man's hell, and that man would be Matt. The only possible, logical reason for him to be sitting on the beach, his towel spread out between him and that cursed sand, is that he's under orders to do so.
He looks miserable.
And pissed.
And his nose is covered in sunscreen.
Matt takes a drag from his cigarette before letting it rest on a small plastic ashtray. He reaches for a neon green gun and points it at his head, closing his eyes before pulling the trigger. Squirt! The stream of cold water hits his cheek, and there's very very temporary relief from the heat.
Matt reaches for his cigarette, but it's not exactly where he left it. The ashtray has mysteriously 'grown' eight legs and is walking away.
Anyone for crab legs?]
He looks miserable.
And pissed.
And his nose is covered in sunscreen.
Matt takes a drag from his cigarette before letting it rest on a small plastic ashtray. He reaches for a neon green gun and points it at his head, closing his eyes before pulling the trigger. Squirt! The stream of cold water hits his cheek, and there's very very temporary relief from the heat.
Matt reaches for his cigarette, but it's not exactly where he left it. The ashtray has mysteriously 'grown' eight legs and is walking away.
Anyone for crab legs?]
Re: [In Person]
[But he smirks, he knows Matt can do it.]
But trust me, I'm not worried. I never would have kicked you in the water if I didn't think you could do it.
Re: [In Person]
[He finally reaches the shore and crawls up on it, collapsing on the wet sand.]
[In Person]
You made it. Christ, that was incredible.
[He pokes Matt with a sandy toe]
You alive?
[In Person]
No.
[In Person]
Come on, Matt. It's over.
[In Person]
[In Person]
[After walking a few feet and realizing that Matt's going to use him as a crutch Mello sighs and rolls is eyes]
Matt you swam sixty feet you didn't fight a fucking war. Come on, one leg in front of the other.
Re: [In Person]
[Matt pauses, slumping forward a little.]
Gonna have to carry me.
Re: [In Person]
[He picks him up, carrying Matt like Superman would Lois Lane. He walks Matt about sixty feet before dropping him in the sand]
There. You're fine.