#gamer gunner boy (matt)

[starryeyedconstellations]

Mello could feel his face heating up. Maybe he wanted to go to the nurse, after all. Just to get out of this situation and cool off. "More like...someone who's always stealing my shit ruined my day. *Again*." As if his day didn't already begin on a sour note. If he'd been told once, he'd been told a hundred times: getting a maximum of three hours of sleep most nights never ended well. Unfortunately, it was hard to learn that lesson when everyone else was on the receiving end of the consequences. It was easier to blame Poppy for doing something that both annoyed him greatly and didn't matter in the grand scheme of things rather than take personal responsibility for his poor choices. "Invited, huh?" he repeated flatly, shooting an accusatory glance at Matt. "Are you guys trying your best to piss me off?" "I actually thought, maybe, having someone who isn't me around would encourage you to do something less self-destructive. Or generally destructive." Matt stepped forward and grabbed his Gameboy from the grass. He switched it on as he continued to talk, seeming more comfortable now that he had an excuse not to look directly at anyone. "But, you just couldn't resist." "If you're implying I started it - " "I'm only implying that we can never go two whole days without a 'Mello Incident'," Matt interrupted. He wouldn't say it bothered him that Mello didn't play well with others, but it was always obvious it did. Mello scoffed. "Whatever. I'll pretend you didn't say that." He turned to Poppy again, arms crossed and face just barely tinged with red. "Well, I hope you didn't just come here hoping to steal my chocolate. I kind of...need you to do something for me." Matt grinned. He knew Mello too well. That was why he had to invite Poppy to hang out with them.

Poppy rolled her eyes. "Sure." Only Matt plops himself down on the grass beside her, she moves closer to take a peak at the game he was currently playing. "What level are you on now?" She quietly listens to the light banter, green orbs locked onto the screen, watching it's movements. She may not look it, but she enjoyed video games as well. That's how her and Matt became friends in the first place. The ginger haired girl only looks up at the blonde when he finally addresses her again. Neutral expression soon shifting to one of genuine surprise at his words. "You... need my help?" She would say slowly, briefly glancing at the red-haired beside her to see if Mello was joking. "Okay... what do you need me for?" She wearily asks.

Starter for @predictabletragedy

Wammy’s house was its usual busybody. Halls clustered, childern chattering, books and papers in hands or bags.

Poppy was much the same, the lastest addition of book her level had been called to evaluate stuffed into the stickered, dark blue bag that bumped against her legs with each step she took.

She had already read through ten of the captures, and possibly would have still been doing so if Matt hadn’t slipped her a note that said the he was ditching his last class of the day if she wanted to hang out- along with Mello.

Of course he pulled the redhead along into his scheming. Still. It was better than being couped up in her room all day. The sun was bright and shiny, the perfect time to go outside.

Her laced black shoes clattered against the well titled steps, making her way towards the big tree that say on the hill with the big tree, a small wooden swing tied to a big branch.

There were signs of the two, Matt’s gameboy on the ground, along with a few books. Mello must of dragged him off to be a jerk. Green eyes lightly rolled at the thought. Though, a flash of sliver catches her eyes. Seeing that the blonde had left his oh so precious chocolate.

A cat like, mischievous smile cames across her face she she quickly glances around. Before picking it up and biting a piece off of it. As delicious as ever. Though perhaps stolen sweets always are.

[starryeyedconstellations]

Poppy has to hold back the urge to scoff. Of course they were using her for their own gain. Or at least Mello was. Matt was more decent than him.

“So you want me as your decoy.” The girl would conclude. Crossing her arms as giving the blonde big a pointed brow. Only for her eyes to light up in surprise at the offer from Mello of all people.

She falls quiet, looking away. Pondering. Sneaking out for the day sounded fun. They hardly ever got to go anywhere, truthfully. The one down side of being the “prized successor” of the worlds greatest detective.

Weary green eyes meet blue.

“…If I do this, you’re not going to ditch me if I tag along, are you?” Poppy would ask quietly. It was odd. Why did the thought of him doing it cause her to feel so sad inside?

Starter for @predictabletragedy

Wammy’s house was its usual busybody. Halls clustered, childern chattering, books and papers in hands or bags.

Poppy was much the same, the lastest addition of book her level had been called to evaluate stuffed into the stickered, dark blue bag that bumped against her legs with each step she took.

She had already read through ten of the captures, and possibly would have still been doing so if Matt hadn’t slipped her a note that said the he was ditching his last class of the day if she wanted to hang out- along with Mello.

Of course he pulled the redhead along into his scheming. Still. It was better than being couped up in her room all day. The sun was bright and shiny, the perfect time to go outside.

Her laced black shoes clattered against the well titled steps, making her way towards the big tree that say on the hill with the big tree, a small wooden swing tied to a big branch.

There were signs of the two, Matt’s gameboy on the ground, along with a few books. Mello must of dragged him off to be a jerk. Green eyes lightly rolled at the thought. Though, a flash of sliver catches her eyes. Seeing that the blonde had left his oh so precious chocolate.

A cat like, mischievous smile cames across her face she she quickly glances around. Before picking it up and biting a piece off of it. As delicious as ever. Though perhaps stolen sweets always are.

[starryeyedconstellations]

Poppy makes a face. "That was what you were implying." She would huff. Cheeks slightly red at Mello's careless dismissal of her justified worry.

The ginger haired girl purses her lips and glances at Matt as he voices his question, looking back at Mello with a raised brow at his comment.

“Okay… well, do you have a plan in mind?” She’d ask.

Starter for @predictabletragedy

Wammy’s house was its usual busybody. Halls clustered, childern chattering, books and papers in hands or bags.

Poppy was much the same, the lastest addition of book her level had been called to evaluate stuffed into the stickered, dark blue bag that bumped against her legs with each step she took.

She had already read through ten of the captures, and possibly would have still been doing so if Matt hadn’t slipped her a note that said the he was ditching his last class of the day if she wanted to hang out- along with Mello.

Of course he pulled the redhead along into his scheming. Still. It was better than being couped up in her room all day. The sun was bright and shiny, the perfect time to go outside.

Her laced black shoes clattered against the well titled steps, making her way towards the big tree that say on the hill with the big tree, a small wooden swing tied to a big branch.

There were signs of the two, Matt’s gameboy on the ground, along with a few books. Mello must of dragged him off to be a jerk. Green eyes lightly rolled at the thought. Though, a flash of sliver catches her eyes. Seeing that the blonde had left his oh so precious chocolate.

A cat like, mischievous smile cames across her face she she quickly glances around. Before picking it up and biting a piece off of it. As delicious as ever. Though perhaps stolen sweets always are.

[starryeyedconstellations]

Green eyes slightly led in expectancy, seeing the blonde-redhead duo coming up the hell. Sarcastically waving when Mello catches her in the act. "Hello to you too, Sandy. Matty." She gives Matt a genuine grin. Becoming slightly more smug at Matt's point irritating the blonde more. However, that smile soon drops at Mello's jab. Cheeks flushing a light pink, in both embarrassment and light frustration as she narrowed her eye at the blonde-haired boy. "I'm not cute, I'm crafty," Came her expected reply, tugging down on her light blue dress with her free hand. Cute felt like a polite way to discredit someone. Sure, she may dress in what would be established as cute, it didn't mean she wanted to be called it. Poppy huffs lightly, wiping a reddish ginger strand from her face as she holds out the bar, shaking it like she's trying to tempt a dog. "There's still half of it left, your highness. What the hell happened to your face?" She would finally question.

Starter for @predictabletragedy

Wammy’s house was its usual busybody. Halls clustered, childern chattering, books and papers in hands or bags.

Poppy was much the same, the lastest addition of book her level had been called to evaluate stuffed into the stickered, dark blue bag that bumped against her legs with each step she took.

She had already read through ten of the captures, and possibly would have still been doing so if Matt hadn’t slipped her a note that said the he was ditching his last class of the day if she wanted to hang out- along with Mello.

Of course he pulled the redhead along into his scheming. Still. It was better than being couped up in her room all day. The sun was bright and shiny, the perfect time to go outside.

Her laced black shoes clattered against the well titled steps, making her way towards the big tree that say on the hill with the big tree, a small wooden swing tied to a big branch.

There were signs of the two, Matt’s gameboy on the ground, along with a few books. Mello must of dragged him off to be a jerk. Green eyes lightly rolled at the thought. Though, a flash of sliver catches her eyes. Seeing that the blonde had left his oh so precious chocolate.

A cat like, mischievous smile cames across her face she she quickly glances around. Before picking it up and biting a piece off of it. As delicious as ever. Though perhaps stolen sweets always are.

[starryeyedconstellations]

Poppy met Mello's fiery icey blues with challenging forest greens. Only looking away to grant Matt an exasperated look as he explains what happened. "Why am I not surprised." The gingered-haired girl crosses her legs, watching the blonde bicker with the gamer, trying to defend his obviously bruised ego. "At something better than your shirt to stop the blood." She would cut in briefly. Returning Matt's shit-eating smile before they were rudely interrupted by Mello's punch. Poppy lightly rolls her eyes at the question, mocking an innocent look at the blonde. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mello. Does the presence of a girl hurt your male ego?" She was tempting fire, and she knew it. "I was invited." She would honestly answer. Smiling slightly.

Starter for @predictabletragedy

Wammy’s house was its usual busybody. Halls clustered, childern chattering, books and papers in hands or bags.

Poppy was much the same, the lastest addition of book her level had been called to evaluate stuffed into the stickered, dark blue bag that bumped against her legs with each step she took.

She had already read through ten of the captures, and possibly would have still been doing so if Matt hadn’t slipped her a note that said the he was ditching his last class of the day if she wanted to hang out- along with Mello.

Of course he pulled the redhead along into his scheming. Still. It was better than being couped up in her room all day. The sun was bright and shiny, the perfect time to go outside.

Her laced black shoes clattered against the well titled steps, making her way towards the big tree that say on the hill with the big tree, a small wooden swing tied to a big branch.

There were signs of the two, Matt’s gameboy on the ground, along with a few books. Mello must of dragged him off to be a jerk. Green eyes lightly rolled at the thought. Though, a flash of sliver catches her eyes. Seeing that the blonde had left his oh so precious chocolate.

A cat like, mischievous smile cames across her face she she quickly glances around. Before picking it up and biting a piece off of it. As delicious as ever. Though perhaps stolen sweets always are.