Rather smug, Matt nodded and set his chair back to be flat on the ground, putting out his cigarette before lighting another one. "Damn right I am. Suits you oh-so-well, you know." Matt certainly did have his reasons for picking 'kitten' for a nickname, but stating them to Mello seemed slightly pointless, since he knew it would piss him off regardless of what his reasons were. Although he did know well enough not to go around using it just anywhere or with anyone present.
Grabbing his journal and poking at it a little, he frowned, like a kid whose favourite toy was just broken. "But-- Why? It's just a piece of machinery." Tapping it lightly against the table and shrugging, he let it drop back down to the surface, face down. Deciding further questioning wasn't a good idea, he let the topic be, simply poking it back and forth across the table to keep his hands occupied. He was already growing bored with sitting still for so long without his video games.
After realizing he was on his third cigarette, Matt took one more out before stuffing the package into one of the pockets in his vest along with his lighter. One more to last him until they at least left the cafe. He could handle it. No problem.
Matt looked up at Mello with a start, obviously shocked. "Mello, damn. I know that. I'm just playing, arsehole. I trust you with my life, you know that." Taking a long drag off his cigarette, he sighed, scratching his forehead a little. "I'd never doubt that kind of shit, you should know that already, too."
Trying to ignore the fact he suddenly felt slightly guilty for making Mello think anything but the truth, he slumped back in his chair again. "Anytime we're not in public. Behind closed doors and all that. I know how possessive you are." He grinned; mischievous, almost. Taking another drag and blowing the smoke out from the corner of his mouth, he took another sip of tea. Scrunching his face up a little and looking as though he'd just smelled the most foul thing on the earth, he tried not to spit it out. Cigarettes and sweet tea were obviously not meant to go together.
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Grabbing his journal and poking at it a little, he frowned, like a kid whose favourite toy was just broken. "But-- Why? It's just a piece of machinery." Tapping it lightly against the table and shrugging, he let it drop back down to the surface, face down. Deciding further questioning wasn't a good idea, he let the topic be, simply poking it back and forth across the table to keep his hands occupied. He was already growing bored with sitting still for so long without his video games.
After realizing he was on his third cigarette, Matt took one more out before stuffing the package into one of the pockets in his vest along with his lighter. One more to last him until they at least left the cafe. He could handle it. No problem.
Matt looked up at Mello with a start, obviously shocked. "Mello, damn. I know that. I'm just playing, arsehole. I trust you with my life, you know that." Taking a long drag off his cigarette, he sighed, scratching his forehead a little. "I'd never doubt that kind of shit, you should know that already, too."
Trying to ignore the fact he suddenly felt slightly guilty for making Mello think anything but the truth, he slumped back in his chair again. "Anytime we're not in public. Behind closed doors and all that. I know how possessive you are." He grinned; mischievous, almost. Taking another drag and blowing the smoke out from the corner of his mouth, he took another sip of tea. Scrunching his face up a little and looking as though he'd just smelled the most foul thing on the earth, he tried not to spit it out. Cigarettes and sweet tea were obviously not meant to go together.