"It does, actually." Having far too much fun instigating Mello, he relaxed into his chair, inhaling off his cigarette again. Stretching his arms up behind him, he arched an eyebrow, watching him as he stirred the remains of his milkshake. "Nope. You get called kitten, too. Although you definitely aren't a girl, from what I can remember." Flicking the ashes from the end of his cigarette, he watched them scatter in the air before landing on the ground.
The fact that something there was sacred and that Mello might refer to it as such, even on someone elses behalf, gave him half a mind to believe him. It was rare, definitely, for Mello to make any sort of religious reference. His eyes shot straight to the blond's chest, gaze landing on the rosary. He wasn't surprised to see he still had it. At the mention of a church, he looked up, tilting his head, "Haven't you tried to leave? Or is that not possible to do..?" He sure as hell hoped it wasn't. You could only do so much in a city before getting bored to tears.
Leaning forward against the table, Matt drummed the fingers of his free hand across it, the other moving up so he could take another drag. Most people, under the circumstances, might hate Mello for what happened. Luckily, Matt wasn't most people. "The way I see it, you didn't get me killed. I chose to follow you, help you, and I also chose to get out of my car like a dumbass. So it was all because of choices I made that got me where I ended up, why would I take that out on you?" He shrugged. "I still trust you now as much as I did then. You're my best mate. I couldn't just bail on you now, you know. Big deal, couple of bullets. Not many people get to have that happen and then end up well enough to tell the tale afterwards." As an afterthought, he wondered if he ended up with any scars; he made a mental note to check later.
Matt snorted at that, dragging a hand down over his face before yawning. "Mm. I'm sure. So what if I suddenly went 'round showing off my nice legs and some random bloke thought it a good idea to grope me? What then, blondie? Going to shoot them?" It was pretty much a rhetorical question, he had a good idea as to what the answer was.
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The fact that something there was sacred and that Mello might refer to it as such, even on someone elses behalf, gave him half a mind to believe him. It was rare, definitely, for Mello to make any sort of religious reference. His eyes shot straight to the blond's chest, gaze landing on the rosary. He wasn't surprised to see he still had it. At the mention of a church, he looked up, tilting his head, "Haven't you tried to leave? Or is that not possible to do..?" He sure as hell hoped it wasn't. You could only do so much in a city before getting bored to tears.
Leaning forward against the table, Matt drummed the fingers of his free hand across it, the other moving up so he could take another drag. Most people, under the circumstances, might hate Mello for what happened. Luckily, Matt wasn't most people. "The way I see it, you didn't get me killed. I chose to follow you, help you, and I also chose to get out of my car like a dumbass. So it was all because of choices I made that got me where I ended up, why would I take that out on you?" He shrugged. "I still trust you now as much as I did then. You're my best mate. I couldn't just bail on you now, you know. Big deal, couple of bullets. Not many people get to have that happen and then end up well enough to tell the tale afterwards." As an afterthought, he wondered if he ended up with any scars; he made a mental note to check later.
Matt snorted at that, dragging a hand down over his face before yawning. "Mm. I'm sure. So what if I suddenly went 'round showing off my nice legs and some random bloke thought it a good idea to grope me? What then, blondie? Going to shoot them?" It was pretty much a rhetorical question, he had a good idea as to what the answer was.