Oh, hell. Matt knew instantly who he was actually referring to - Mello. Dammit all, there was just no escaping the senseless prat, was there? Flushing an unnatural shade of scarlet, Matt moved away a step or two, wanting now to put some real distance between himself and whoever this lackey was. Mello rarely spoke to anyone who wasn't of use to him one way or another; Matt himself wasn't an exception, he knew. He doubted the other man would've looked at him twice at the House, had he not seemed the useful type.
"Oh, I know him," he muttered before he even realized what he was saying. Then it dawned on him: Mello had attempted to stage an escape; attempted being the operative word in his case as well, if this guy was the truthful type. Should he feel bad, for putting his best friend through the ringer? At the moment, Matt couldn't really feel anything, let alone guilt. His weird aversion to Mello had taken a major hit when those words had reached his ears, and now the thought of dealing with him come nightfall wasn't so bad, really.
He snorted to himself, turning back toward the shelves again. Morgan, he felt, was by far Mello's least creative alias. Of course, that was the problem, wasn't it? Mello probably used up a good bit of his creativity blowing himself to hell and back and plotting out the main points of Takada's kidnapping. If anyone enjoyed a plan with a bang, it was Mello.
"So, he..." Matt glanced over at the other guy, holding onto the bookshelf lightly. "He tried t'get out, and he failed?" Oh, boy; that can't have gone over well, he thought, frowning again.
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Oh, hell. Matt knew instantly who he was actually referring to - Mello. Dammit all, there was just no escaping the senseless prat, was there? Flushing an unnatural shade of scarlet, Matt moved away a step or two, wanting now to put some real distance between himself and whoever this lackey was. Mello rarely spoke to anyone who wasn't of use to him one way or another; Matt himself wasn't an exception, he knew. He doubted the other man would've looked at him twice at the House, had he not seemed the useful type.
"Oh, I know him," he muttered before he even realized what he was saying. Then it dawned on him: Mello had attempted to stage an escape; attempted being the operative word in his case as well, if this guy was the truthful type. Should he feel bad, for putting his best friend through the ringer? At the moment, Matt couldn't really feel anything, let alone guilt. His weird aversion to Mello had taken a major hit when those words had reached his ears, and now the thought of dealing with him come nightfall wasn't so bad, really.
He snorted to himself, turning back toward the shelves again. Morgan, he felt, was by far Mello's least creative alias. Of course, that was the problem, wasn't it? Mello probably used up a good bit of his creativity blowing himself to hell and back and plotting out the main points of Takada's kidnapping. If anyone enjoyed a plan with a bang, it was Mello.
"So, he..." Matt glanced over at the other guy, holding onto the bookshelf lightly. "He tried t'get out, and he failed?" Oh, boy; that can't have gone over well, he thought, frowning again.