RL with Mello

[quicksavensmoke]

Such a long day, and it seemed like every time he beat the game he was working on, he beat it quicker and quicker

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[gonnabe1st]

A key in the lock. Mello made a habit of never actually world-hopping into the appartment, for no particular reason other than he didn't want to appear without warning with Matt occasionally having a life and all.

The key turned and he stumbled inside, pushing the door open with the uninjured shoulder. He carried the scent of blood with him, blood and gunsmoke. Quickly pulling the door shut behind himself, he leaned against the wall in the hallway. Right now, he didn't really care about the stains that would leave.

[quicksavensmoke]

Good, he was home. Time for some fun.

Matt got up, walking away from the movie he disregarded ten minutes in. Though, walking further, something... wasn't really right. He knew that smell, at least some of them.

"Mell-" Jesus.. that wasn't right. "What the hell!?"

[gonnabe1st]

"Ran into some trouble there. Sorry." He pushed himself off the wall. His vest and jacket showed a gash on the left shoulder, though it didn't bleed through the leather it would explain the smell at least. He still had his gun in his right, and looked absolutely exhausted. It couldn't be just that injury.

"I'll explain in a minute." ...explain? Something was definitely off here.
Mello made to walk past Matt to get to the bathroom. Medical supplies would be good right now.

[quicksavensmoke]

"Nuh-uh! Tell me now! You can't waltz in-- explain?! Jesus I'm basically having a heart attack. Right now as we speak. Let me help you-! Jeez... always trying to do everything yourself. Here we go."