#chocoholicsinner

   it’s weird knowing he died.    shit. it’s weird knowing he was walking around alive, too.

  for matt, that’s what he was struggling to come to terms with. well, between desperately wishing for a cigarette and a game to keep himself busy, that is. currently, he has neither— so, his thoughts couldn’t help but linger to everything he preferred not to dwell on. kira was one of those thoughts. screw 'em. whether this city was a weird version of heaven. or hell, for that matter. he didn’t put stock into that belief. if it were, he’d shrug it off. then there was... the moments leading up to his death? yeah. gonna stuff that one back.

  he stops along the quiet street, taking in a deep breath as he rubs the back of his head. fuck. and what happened to mello after all of this? did they win? if it was over, what was he doing now? he feels his mind starting to reel and forces himself to continue forward along the boulevard, hoping to find something along the way to get it to stop.

  as matt rounds the corner, his feet slow down and he finds himself stopping again, with the eerily familiar figure ahead being the cause. they seemed to be staring at the contents of a shop. contemplative. exhausted. a mess of blond hair, a defining scar on their face and an outfit that looked out of place for the cold. it had to be. as quick as his hope rises, so do the twists in his stomach.

  mello shouldn’t be here. right? maybe it was... just someone else? no. it’s him. there was no mistake. even so, the conflict within him was being outweighed by his quiet wish for happiness. for a small sense of peace. making sure not to startle, his approach is slow, but steady. pushing down the bundle of nerves, he flashes a genuine smile, followed by a light chuckle and a lazy wave of the hand.

Age: Twenty, why does it matter?

Position desired: Detective (or one rank above whatever Near is)

Previous experience & qualifications: You’ve probably heard of me, I was on the news for blowing up a building. This is just one example of how far I would go to solve a case. Hire me.

Opinion on comic sans: I heard Near likes it so I hate it.

“You kids sure are weird about giving out your names...” And they’re weird names at that. 

“Also, um...I’m not...like, trying to tell you how to live your life, or whatever, but if you hate this Near kid so much are you sure you want to be working here?”

In addition to that, what the actual fuck was that about the qualifications and experience??

( Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets ) - ACCEPTING

❤️- For a secret crush

Why is does everyone have to love chocolate during this time. Was there ever an explanation on why it has to be chocolate? Sora didn’t think so; along with all the other nameless holidays that come and go that someone brings up because it would be nice to see how the citizens react. If Sora was to find himself involve he would gladly find the quickest way out of it. Though it would have been nice if his eyes didn’t catch site of someone enjoying himself with some chocolate early on. Not that he really cared, but it was already too late to turn away after their eyes lock onto one another. Of course Sora would be the first to say something, and nothing nice to boot about.

   considering the circumstances, it was a huge understatement, but what else was he going to say? with the raging winds and rain that stormed through archimedes, it was a miracle that matt even made it to near’s place at all. now his clothes were sopping wet from the downpour and the whole ward’s power kept flickering between on and off, with no sign of stabilizing. should’ve figured it was about time for the city to show its crazy colors.

  remaining in the kitchen, matt continues to dry himself the best he could, giving near a quick look over as he did so. ironically enough, staying inside seemed to keep near safe and he’s glad for it. they weren’t all accounted for, however, and that’s what keeps him on edge.  

  ❝ thought mello would already be here too. you hear from him at all? ❞

@chocoholicsinner​​​​​— various reactions. ( not accepting ) ஐ = slapping them 

  okay. matt didn’t see that coming.

  they had their fair share of fights, but rarely did it result in throwing hands. not without noticeable warning. so, yeah — he was a little dumbfounded. mind scrambles to process what happened in the last few minutes, wincing slightly as he touches his left cheek. the attempt on figuring out an answer himself is unsuccessful, but mello got worked up without even trying.

   the sting on his face is fresh; though it could be worse. definitely will leave a mark for the next hour. hand falls back to his side, mouth twisting into a frown and his expression remains surprisingly cool. a brow lifts, staring straight into the fire within mello’s blue eyes. 

  ❝ ... what? just gonna stand there and seethe at me like a feral cat? kind of attractive, but in this context it kind of sucks on my end. that hurts, you know. ❞   a low chuckle rumbles in his throat, but there’s no other sign of cheekiness to be found. any further chances of humor dies on his tongue and disappears in the prickly tension.

       eri hadn’t realized she had fallen, well almost slipping until someone had caught her just before she could touch the ground. it was her fault for not watching where she was going and it was a good thing that she wasn’t too far away. perhaps there had been too many people, thus prompting her wanting to desperately get away from the crowd. eri wanted to at least say something to him for helping her, even if he did look rather scary to her.   “  ...thank you.   ” she says, brushing off some of the dust off of her legs.  “  uh, um... do you want this? no one else is going to have it so please! ...take it.   ”  eri reached out her hand, showing him a small little chocolate bar that a friend had bought for her, an extra one that she probably won’t eat anyways.

Having watched the man go through several chocolate bars in the past thirty minutes, she could only assume he was having a rough day. Actually, judging by the way he glared at just about everything, it was probably a bad week.

❝Aren’t you’re supposed to enjoy chocolates? That’s the whole thing, innit?❞ she remarked, still slouched in a chair a few feet away.