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[Dec. 25th, 2007|06:52 pm] |
December-fucking-twenty-fifth. Christmas Day. And here Mello was, looking not at all in the Christmas spirit. He woke up to the sounds of a car crash outside of the apartment building and groaned, rolled out of bed grudgingly, and headed for the kitchen.
The only thing he wore were his usual black leather pants, feeling far to lazy right now to actually get dressed. It didn't really matter, did it?
He entered the kitchen and fuck, where was the chocolate? Pissed; he walked over to the couch where the red head slept and kicked him with a cold bare foot.
"We're fucking out of chocolate." |
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| [Private To Matt's Journal. very Hackable without Matt's skillz~] |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|08:57 pm] |
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Matt. What the fuck!? How could you let that happen to you?!
Damnit you asshole... I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you.
You're not - No. You're just fucking not.
Get the hell back home you asshole...
I need some fucking chocolate... |
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