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"Dibs On The Life Of A Little Emo!!!"
October 31, 2008
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LAUGH YOUR ASS OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. Some funny lines from Matt X Mello fan fics [They're my fave couple now, if it's not obvious :] --- Matt stared, incredulous. "You're threatening me with Abba." "Yes." "That's so fucked up." [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THANK GOD FOR ABBA] --- "You do look pretty, Mello." "Thank you." Mello flashed a smile, but there was still a scathing edge in his stare. [Mello is the Uke here :D LOL] --- Matt stepped more fully into the room. This was his own home, but he felt like an intruder in this room. He could quite happily wander into Mello's study, but this room didn't feel like it had his mark upon it. It was a show-room, with carefully placed dried flowers and framed prints. It didn't feel like a room that could be messed up. "I'm going to order pizza. Want some?" "I'm happy to cook." Mello replied brightly. "In fact, I'd like to. I could get really into cooking." Matt stared. He couldn't work out which of the half a dozen ulterior motives, that he assumed Mello was working towards, was behind this sudden interest in cooking. He spoke more sharply than he had intended. "What's that you're reading? 'The Good Housewife's Guide'?" Mello blinked at him and held it up, "No, it's the 'History of the Peloponnesian War' by Thucydides." [This is where Matt underestimates Mello XDXDXD But Mello cooking is kinda hard to believe :] --- "To be honest, Mello, I have no idea where your head is these days." Matt could feel the irritation rising again and it burst out of him in an incoherent stream of words. "You're wearing eye-liner again for the first time since you were in the Mafia. You've definitely got a concealer stick, because I saw it on your dresser. I mean you've always flirted around the edges of androgyny or transvestitism, whatever you're going to call it, with your hair and all; but that dressing gown you've bought is a woman's gown. I don't know if you noticed that. I suspect you did. Then all the bloody interior design and flowers and poetry and now you're cooking! For fuck's sake, why don't you just be honest with yourself and go and buy a freaking dress?" He glanced up now, but Mello was still just looking at him, his expression unreadable. "It's not like you haven't got enough jewellery to accessorise!" "Interesting." Mello replied blandly. He had already changed back into his leathers and his whole stance seemed to be oozing testosterone. "Do I confuse you, Mail?" [HAHAHA WHAT THE FREAK MELLO USES CONCEALER LOL GOBBLESHMUCK XDXD =] --- "I know you're hurting, Mail. I really know you're hurting. But guess what? The sun is still in the sky and shining above us." Despite himself, Matt laughed. The image of Mello prancing about on the kitchen table was as amusing as it had been astounding. "Yeah, I guess it is." [^^ CUTE NESS XDXDXD]
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