7th Blast || Mello || [Video/Voice]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello is inside the onsen. He was watching the storm outside as it tears down trees and whips the waves into an insane foam.]

Alright, anybody still out in the storm four words of advice: do not be retarded. The only actual shelter on this whole fucking island is the bathhouse. Do not hide in the jungle, do not stay in your tent, do not stand their staring at the storm with your mouth opened, I don't care where you are or what you're doing get your sorry asses to the bathhouse. I don't care if you're sleeping, writing a letter to mommy, picking your nose, or jerking off, stop it and get your fucking asses down here. Stay in groups, walk as fast as possible, try to stick to the clearest path possible. If you can't get here find a cave, do not stay in the opened or in a fucking tent. Understand?

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[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a bit.]

That blonde chick's okay. Don't necessarily want her to die.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Blond chick can rot.

[Totally straight faced. But there's a hint of playfulness in his tone that shows he doesn't mean it]

Fucker who makes chocolate had better live through this, even if he is a fucking nutcase.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

At least let me get a peek at her tits first.

[Though...if he didn't see them when they were handcuffed together, chances are he won't.]

The pimp?

[Because Matt is sure that's what he really is.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Weren't you two chained together?

[Mello laughs out loud]

Think he'd be a pretty shitty one. Besides I don't think pimps make chocolate that good.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but...

[He has no excuse. Except that he was a little afraid of her.]

Huh. Not even Ross?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I know I saw way more of the fuckers I was stuck with than I ever wanted to. Christ I could probably give you a pretty good guess at the circumcised-to-not ratio based on what I saw that week and you didn't even see a single tit?!

[Mello growls]

Ross couldn't make anything, he could only take away. Fucker was a parasite in the most extreme sense of the word.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Hold the fuckin' phone.

You looked?

[Matt just. stares.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello facepalms hard enough for it to be heard across the room]

Not on purpose. But sometimes you get an eyeful when your in the goddamn shower or your waiting for one of 'em to finish pissing. Jesus, it was nothing like that!

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

What happened to the blindfold I gave ya?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding? You really wanted me to use that?

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Fuck yes. I don't need you...window shopping.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

It was far from window shopping. Calm down, the last thing I wanted to see was that nineteenth century fuck-nugget's cock, trust me.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt smirks a little at that.]

Should've used the blindfold.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes]

Guess I should have.

[Mello watches the storm outside]

Christ it's really coming down out there...

[And he's pretending he's not honestly worried about the others. Well, most of the others. They aren't bad people and they don't deserve to get hurt. If more don't show up soon Mello might have to go out there and find them.]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[Matt lights a cigarette, seeming...slightly less concerned.

But then he catches that look in Mello's eyes. And that -does- concern him.]

No way.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello looks over at Matt innocently (or rather, looks perplexed. When they were younger Mello was very good at the innocent look, which was helped by his practically angelic appearance, but times and Mello have changed considerably). He's pretending he doesn't know what Matt's talking about.]

What?

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

We're not going out in that shit.

You're not going out.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I wasn't thinking that!

[Yes he was and he tries to keep the sting of being read off his face. Although he knows that he's not even close to fooling Matt. He sighs and gives the storm one last glance before "tch"-ing and turning away]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt studies his back for a moment.

And sighs.]

You really are going out, aren't you. Christ, Mello. You always take on the dangerous shit.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello shrugs. Mutters indignantly]

Not going out there. Not yet.

[He looks around the candle lit bathhouse, trying to distract himself. You know, he's never been to an onsen.]

Wanna try this place out?

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt follows the path of Mello's eyes. He doesn't respond, at least not in words. There is one nod before he starts pulling his shirt off.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello chuckles, sliding his vest off.]

Eager, huh?

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Any water that I can't die in is good water.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

You can die in an inch of water if you try hard enough.

[Slips out of his boots and pants, toeing the water before stepping into the bath]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

C'mon, have a little faith in me.

[Matt follows after him, gradually settling into the water. He leans his head back, grinning after a moment.]

Damn. It's been awhile since we took a bath together.