[Matt, personally, could care less for God or anything that God stood for considering all the shit that Mello's had done to him with God probably laughing on the sidelines. If that's what God does to people who he should be leading, should be watching the most, then he's got no use for someone like that. Someone worse than Kira.
He's almost back breaking into the crowd, sighing because he'll have his time to calm down, go mingle and--
And he's suddenly jerked backward, around and finds himself with Mello's fist connecting to his face. He knows why, he knows and doesn't care because he's not going to be anyone's bitch. Matt's fingers, gloved or not, go to his mouth and he's tasting copper, looking at it on his gloves.
He's trying hard, very hard, not to grab Mello by the hair and shove the bastard face first into bricks, open up the other side and let the cocksucker rot from the inside out. His breathing is obviously quickened in a way that isn't like when he was up against that wall. He's mad, irate and the taste of his own blood is doing it.
From his gloves to Mello's face, Matt looks up at him and then spits to the side. His eyes fix him with a glare by the time he's back facing entirely toward Mello.]
That. Is. The last time you ever touch me. Fuck you.
[Matt, at this time, is shaking hard enough to be visible, fists balled and slowly it's wearing down on him where he's not so sure he's not just going to go with that plan and leave the fucker bleeding in the alley.]
Fuck you, for everything! You're a spoiled fucking brat and if I wasn't a bigger man than you, I'd put you in your fucking place right this fucking second.
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He's almost back breaking into the crowd, sighing because he'll have his time to calm down, go mingle and--
And he's suddenly jerked backward, around and finds himself with Mello's fist connecting to his face. He knows why, he knows and doesn't care because he's not going to be anyone's bitch. Matt's fingers, gloved or not, go to his mouth and he's tasting copper, looking at it on his gloves.
He's trying hard, very hard, not to grab Mello by the hair and shove the bastard face first into bricks, open up the other side and let the cocksucker rot from the inside out. His breathing is obviously quickened in a way that isn't like when he was up against that wall. He's mad, irate and the taste of his own blood is doing it.
From his gloves to Mello's face, Matt looks up at him and then spits to the side. His eyes fix him with a glare by the time he's back facing entirely toward Mello.]
That. Is. The last time you ever touch me. Fuck you.
[Matt, at this time, is shaking hard enough to be visible, fists balled and slowly it's wearing down on him where he's not so sure he's not just going to go with that plan and leave the fucker bleeding in the alley.]
Fuck you, for everything! You're a spoiled fucking brat and if I wasn't a bigger man than you, I'd put you in your fucking place right this fucking second.