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    ❝    CALM  ?    ❞    The other man stops pacing.    ❝    I am nothing but calm at all times.    ❞

   ❝     No you’re not ;   You’re 15 seconds away from starting a fight at all times. Especially at this moment.    ❞

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“   Matt.   ”   He begins, blandly,   “   What the fuck are you talking about ?   ”

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Mello’s unbridled laughter bubbles out of his chest, raucous like the church choir   -   as pure in drunkenness as it is in sincerity. He can’t help but sway in his seat a bit, the tips of his ears burning red as he lights up in pure joy. He’s lost his poise, now,   &   it’s one of the rare moments in which he’s alright with having done so. It was just the two of them, anyway. It was always the two of them.

He set the bottle that had been in his hand down on the floor, next to his feet. Momentarily he notes that he should be careful not to kick it over, but it wasn’t entirely unlikely that as his wits were lost throughout the night it was likely to happen anyway.   “   Let ‘em try.   ”   His voice is loud, hitting the walls   &   echoing through their space like a roar of thunder. Reaching out to pat Matt’s shoulder, Mello’s blinded by the liquor in his system. With his senses dulled he doesn’t realize what was supposed to be a gentle tap was actually a heavy handed THWAP.

❝ alright! ❞ regardless of mello’s snappy mood, matt seems happy that he agreed at all. mello can be prickly, thus matt considers his next answer, though not too carefully. ❝ i’ll drive, ❞ he says as he stands, stretching out tired legs from doing nothing. he shakes out the tingling sensations of blood rushing back to limbs, running a hand through his messy hair. 

❝ besides, you have way too much road rage sometimes. ❞ 

his other hand pinches his DS between his index and thumb, letting it slide in confident, rotating circles before he pockets the thing. ❝ i’m feeling like chinese. ❞ a beat. ❝ or do you want pizza again? i don’t really mind either — ❞ 

matt doesn’t seem to mind much of anything except for being bothered. he moves to look out the window, now considering the time that has passed. some would consider it wasted. matt disagrees. ❝ there isn’t much open this late. ❞

matt goes to the small table adjacent to the television, grabbing a pair of keys lazily sprawled about. the connecting lanyard is full of lapel pins put in no particular order. he really wants a cigarette right now, grabbing the pack that’s half-empty from his chain-smoking. he’ll strike up a light outside, offer one to mello, and get in the driver’s seat with a bit of a head rush. it’s been over an hour since he last smoked.

❝ well, what do you think?? chinese or pizza? those are probably our only two options, anyway. ❞

“   I don’t have road rage.   &   I lied. I want to drive.   ”   Control issues. Pizza sounded tempting, but so did Chinese as an option. Both equal in poor nutrition   &   the inevitability of causing both boys to become sick   &   drowsy from the weight of their midnight gluttony.

“   Chinese.   ”    He decides without putting much more thought into it. Though he doesn’t quite follow behind Matt, he does fall in tune with his own leaving-the-house routine. Shrug on a jacket, pat the sides down to ensure everything that was supposed to be in his pockets hadn’t fallen out,   &   only sort of subtly eye Matt’s pack of Marlboros while roughly shoving his feet into the closest pair of boots on the floor. He finds his gaze fixed, for a moment, on Matt’s hand   -   Taking a quick snapshot of the image of his fingers tangled up, the second right before he blinks, Matt smiling like a fool in spite of Mellos perpetual cynicism. 

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He doesn’t do much besides grunt. Of course she could tell. She always noticed. Mello had a flair for the dramatics, whenever he was in a rage he made sure everyone around him was aware of it   -   if he wanted them to be.

There had been a few times here   &   there, like now, where he’d prefer to keep his tribulations to himself. He’d internalize the despair, whether it was something mundane   &   irrelevant, or disastrous   &   earth shattering. The topic of his gloom often swayed how he chose to express it. His decision to involve other people in his momentary state of woe was reliant on just how tender it made him feel. He wasn’t fond of becoming vulnerable in front of others. Despite how close they were, there were times he wouldn’t confess it to Verin, either.

If it was kept quiet, turned into a secret tucked behind his teeth   -   SO LONG AS IT WASN’T SAID OUT LOUD, he didn’t have to believe it was true. No repercussions can be faced for that which does not exist. What is not acknowledged, must not exist. A self-prescribed placebo.

BUT VERIN ALWAYS KNEW. Maybe those myths about blood relations creating a psychic bond weren't really myths at all. Or, maybe, after spending years   &   years attached at the hip was what inevitably led to learning one another's patterns, behaviors, habits. Of course she knew.

Maybe it was his stubbornness, or the pride that demanded he deny even the people closest to him access to the inner workings of his mind. Whatever the reason, he just didn’t want to share,   &   he didn’t want to admit there was anything to share.