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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 14:55:42 GMT -5
BANG!
Mello looked up as the tin can he had hit toppled backwards. He was playing target practice in the bedroom.
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Post by Matt on Sept 7, 2008 14:57:03 GMT -5
"Mello shut up!"
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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 15:01:28 GMT -5
Mello frowned.
BANG! BANG!
Two more down.
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Post by Matt on Sept 7, 2008 15:08:06 GMT -5
"Mello! You can't shoot things in the bedroom!" (please PM me or talk in the random chat  ) |
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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 15:13:20 GMT -5
"Yeah, I can."
... No he couldn't. No more bullets. He sighed, sitting down on the bed.
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Post by Matt on Sept 7, 2008 15:17:59 GMT -5
"Thank goodness for that..."
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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 15:21:38 GMT -5
Mello sighed, leaning back. It was one day until he was due to meet L, and he was jitterish and freaked out.
"Bring me some chocolate."
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Post by Matt on Sept 7, 2008 15:25:36 GMT -5
"Do it yourself," Matt replied insensitively.
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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 15:28:34 GMT -5
"Fine, won't have any." he said, curling into a ball.
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Post by Matt on Sept 7, 2008 15:29:26 GMT -5
Matt rolled his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 15:30:55 GMT -5
"Nothing. Piss off." he mumbled into the pillow.
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Post by Matt on Sept 7, 2008 15:31:35 GMT -5
"But you're not getting chocolate..."
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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 15:33:12 GMT -5
"Well noticed. I can't be bothered,"
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Post by Matt on Sept 7, 2008 15:34:30 GMT -5
"So what's wrong?"
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Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 15:37:09 GMT -5
"I'm fine." he insisted quietly.
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