http://chocolatefetish.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2007-07-28 07:55 am (UTC)

That interested, was he? That was good to know. Mello smiled to himself at Matt's discomfort, planning to exploit it later. Who could you use that kind of information on if not your friends? This promised to be fun, for the first time in awhile.

He took Matt at his word, leading him out of the cafe and onto the street, heading towards the train station. "We can stop for supplies on the way." Mello was sure Matt would want more cigarettes than that, and probably more clothes and some basic necessities, too. Damned inconvenient how people only showed up here with what they had on them.

"This place is an island," he continued, "with little history that anyone here seems to know about. You're either a native, like these very similar-looking people around, or you're like us and just show up here. Which includes the talking animals, unfortunately." As well as people with superpowers, which hardly seemed fair to regular guys like Mello and Matt. Well, as much as they passed for regular.

"And don't be an idiot; I wouldn't ask you to sacrifice yourself." Not deliberately. Mello had had enough of people working for him dying, and it was worse when it was someone he actually gave a shit about. He might be willing to die for something, but that didn't mean anyone else had to. Smirking, he reached over to grab Matt's ass, squeezing it briefly. "And it would be such a waste."

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