"It doesn't." Mello was nearly finished with his milkshake, idly stirring the remains with the straw, but he wasn't looking at it. Instead he was glaring at Matt, the motions of the straw becoming more emphatic. He was nothing like a kitten! They were weak and helpless and Mello was the opposite of that, damn it! Plus it sounded girly and he was definitely not that. "Girls get called kitten, Matt. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not one."
He'd been called one often enough, growing up, and he'd hated it. Yes, he kept his hair longer than the average boy and sure, he was small and slender, but that didn't make him feminine! He'd made a practice of kicking the ass of anyone who said so until they stopped; it was part of the reason Mello had gotten into so many fights, especially when he'd first arrived at the Wammy House.
"The journals, who the hell knows? They act like they're sacred or something. Maybe they think having one makes us part of this world, like we belong here?" But they shouldn't be talking about this, not here, so Mello tried to change the subject. "There's a church, but it's outside the walls. I haven't seen it."
"Sure you still do, considering?" He couldn't blame Matt if he didn't. Getting killed was a hell of a thing to forgive. After a mistake like that, how could he trust Mello again? What if he fucked up and it turned out the same way? Of course Mello would go out of his way to prevent it from happening again, but he couldn't stop everything. That asshole who nearly shot Matt here had proved that.
He forced a smile, helped by Matt's sudden expression of disgust. "I don't care if people look. It's touching I'm picky about." Hell, let them look, if they wanted. Might be the most normal thing the people around here ever did.
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He'd been called one often enough, growing up, and he'd hated it. Yes, he kept his hair longer than the average boy and sure, he was small and slender, but that didn't make him feminine! He'd made a practice of kicking the ass of anyone who said so until they stopped; it was part of the reason Mello had gotten into so many fights, especially when he'd first arrived at the Wammy House.
"The journals, who the hell knows? They act like they're sacred or something. Maybe they think having one makes us part of this world, like we belong here?" But they shouldn't be talking about this, not here, so Mello tried to change the subject. "There's a church, but it's outside the walls. I haven't seen it."
"Sure you still do, considering?" He couldn't blame Matt if he didn't. Getting killed was a hell of a thing to forgive. After a mistake like that, how could he trust Mello again? What if he fucked up and it turned out the same way? Of course Mello would go out of his way to prevent it from happening again, but he couldn't stop everything. That asshole who nearly shot Matt here had proved that.
He forced a smile, helped by Matt's sudden expression of disgust. "I don't care if people look. It's touching I'm picky about." Hell, let them look, if they wanted. Might be the most normal thing the people around here ever did.