Two Dead Guys [Complete]

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Character(s): Betelguese, Matt
Content: Betelguese says he knows a way to get out, which Matt wants to know very much.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, the one near Muepelheim (N3)
Time: A little bit after this thread
Warnings: None, as of yet

It wasn't that he was usually a twitchy individual, but when he ran out of cigarettes (a catastrophe he hadn't suffered from for the past three years) that he began getting anxious. And now, when he was back to life after dying (so he assumed, as long as this wasn't hell), and stuck in a strange city, the fact that all he had in his pocket was an empty packet was the icing on the cake. Taking one last drag before tossing aside the stub of his last smoke, he slouched in his chair, casting around nervously at his surroundings.

Where the hell was that loon? ...he wasn't one to normally just offer his services left and right to people, but this was different. The situation he'd left behind before his death was catastrophic; he'd promised to meet Mello at Nagano and get the two of them out of there, but now that he was here instead of there, who knew what had happened? Anything was possible. The police caught on with Mello, or maybe even killed...

"Fuck!" Swearing under his breath, he scanned the crowd once again for some sign of the man who'd offered him a way out.

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"That wasn't for you, that was for me." the ghost replied cooly, licking his lips in order to not only tackle down every last bit of the taste and savor it, but also add to the teenagers disgust. He absolutely adored the expression shared when he had peeled back his disguise and shown his true state of being. Perhaps he could get another look of pure disgust out of the boy in the near future. Grinning all the larger, Betelguese added on teasingly, "I know part of you wants some more. HA HA HA!"

Throwing his head back, his poisonous laughter filled the room sounding much like the gaging of someone with a nose tightly tied 'round their neck, struggling to get enough oxygen in their lungs. Continuing, he looked back at Matt sending the horrid smell known as his breath to escape past his lips straight in the boys face. It would take a lot more than a toothbrush to cure him of such a hideous cavity.

"I haven't used one of those my entire life." he said, suddenly appearing in a chair beside the red head. "Or afterlife." Throwing an arm around the boy, he leaned in closer, invading all the personal space he could. His pale fingers rubbed Matt's shoulder, long, chipped fingernails scratching against the boys jacket before twisting in an unusual fashion to reveal a cigarette. But before the apparent genius could snatch it, the deceased being withdrew his hand and brought the smoke to his lips taking a long drag.

His hand brought itself back around his victim as he exhaled sending smoke at Matt's face. "Oooooh, MAN that's good." he said, throwing his feet up onto the table before inhaling again. He was clearly enhancing the boys craving for nicotine.

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At the racuous laughter, a few more of the patrons in the cafe turned in their seats to look over at the two of them, only to look away politely when met by Matt's smouldering glare. He'd been a fairly hardcore smoker for close to five years and was completely addicted, and to have cigarette smoke blown into his face when he was this stressed was about as close as one could get to sending his normally level temper off the edge.

Still, this man said he knew a way out. As tempted as he was to deal the other a punch, he instead satisfied himself with rolling his eyes behind his goggles and giving a snort. Besides, the transformation and teleportation abilities meant this man was probably more than powerful enough to shrug off a blow. Silently thanking the heavens that he'd had his gloves on when he died, Matt gingerly lifted the hand thrown about his shoulder and shoved it off, trying not to wrinkle his nose in distaste.

The invasion of personal space, the teasing, the kiss, the smoke. It was all probably just in order to rile him up, and, since he knew it, he wouldn't fall for it. Hopefully.

"Yeah, yeah, we all know how good a smoke tastes." Subtly inching his chair away marginally, he faced the ghost, propping up his head on the table and trying to keep a neutral expression. "But I'm not really interested in that. I told you what I can offer. Now, how do you propose getting out of here?"