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.18: Movie theater

"Now, Timmy, don't make me elaborate. I don't got the kinda time needed to explain how many parts was found separately from his head after I was finished with 'im."

"Boss, I—"

"I ain't apologizin'. I don't apologize to those that don't deserve it, Timmy, and you should know that."

Grinding his teeth, Mello slowly shifted his gaze towards the left, careful not to move his head in the process.

He was here for a reason, he was sure of it; and if punishment was what his other half had intended, he would at least pretend to be serious about it.

Squinting, he once again tried to make out the contours of the face of the person situated next to him. The irritating flashing of the screen before them and the fact that his companion had slumped so far into his seat that the top of his head was currently next to Mello's elbow was making it extraordinarily difficult to discern anything. However, Mello's innate stubbornness had prevailed in worse situations, and this time was no exception.

Suddenly, eyes widening, Mello clutched the armrest for support, his knuckles turning white almost immediately.

Matt was sleeping. Soundlessly.

The goddamn bastard had had the audacity to actually drag Mello to a movie theater and force him to watch some utterly retarded flick about the mafia in some cramped little auditorium, and now he was calmly taking an afternoon nap?

Mello would kill him. He would kill him and enjoy it.

So what if he had stepped on some microchip earlier, destroying some potentially invaluable information. Matt couldn't honestly be expecting Mello to just sit here obediently and accept this not-so-subtle form of torture, even with his stupid head comfortably resting in Mello's lap.

...so when exactly had he moved and why was Mello in fact entertaining the idea of sitting through this whole ordeal now?

End.

06-16-09, 12:57.