Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Physical pain was nothing to Matt. After years of being beaten black and blue by that asshole back at home, this beating was nothing special. He even managed to let out a little laugh as the man stomped on his back and kicked his ribs, hip, and shoulder. And, of course, the laugh just earned him a stern kick to the side of the head. Which, momentarily, fucked his obscured vision up quite a bit. But he didn't need his vision to feel the beating stop, and hear the sound of the man crying out as presumably Mello attacked. Blinking hard a few times to try and clear his vision, the redhead perked his head up when he heard the blonde's voice and just smiled up at him like they hadn't just had their asses kicked. Blood dribbled down his chin, dripping onto his already blood spattered tan vest. So the fight wasn't his, huh?? Hehe.. well.. too bad, I wanted in on the action. Don't be so greedy . He chuckled, voice strained with discomfort as she sat himself upright as best he could. He was admittedly surprised by the fact that Mello helped him stagger to his feet, even more so when the blonde's voice held a hint of concern even if his words were as cold as ever. He did his best to shake it off, instead looking Mello up and down and biting the inside of his lip. Well, at least his question about whether or not Mello could bite to back up his bark was answered. Mello had a way with that knife of his. Though, when Mello reminded him about how he told him to stay out of his way, the redhead just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders innocently. What can I say? I don't like to be told what to do. He stuck his tongue out after he spoke in a childish manner, not really caring when he heard he distant sound of sires. All he cared about now was his undying need for a smoke. However, just as he was reaching down to hook his fingers into his pants pocket to find his lighter and cigarette carton, Mello was unexpectedly grabbing his arm and pulling him. And, honestly, Matt wasn't sure why he followed him. He could have easily torn his arm back and staggered away on his own. But there was something in him that just told him to follow... like some weird instinct. There was just something about Mello that drew the redhead, like a moth to flame. So, even if he could hardly breath, the boy followed. Sure, he was gasping and wheezing by the time they stopped, sweat pouring down his face and smearing the fresh blood on his skin, but at least he hadn't keeled over on the way here. Wherever 'here' was. Matt was too winded to really care to look and see where they were, Instead, he doubled over, hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath while Mello went about stacking crates against the wall. Then.. he climbed them. Great. More physical activity. A fight was one thing. It was fun. But all this running and climbing shit? Matt wasn't really build for it!! Still, using what was left of his strength, he clumsily followed Mello up and in through the window. And he did so with as much grace as a bull in a china shop. He crashed face first through the window and onto the floor, foot stuck in the window frame, leaving him awkwardly and uncomfortably twisted upside down. He did, eventually, manage to pull his foot free and flip so he was laying flat on his back, but he looked pretty ridiculous while he was doing it. You live in a shithole, Mels. Matt blurted, panting hard as he lay across the filthy floor, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. Despite his exhaustion and bodily pain, there was still a small half-grimace, half-grin plastered across his face. He even let out a small laugh, only for it to be cut off as he groaned and hold his side. Heh... seemed like laughing was out of the question for now. He did listen to Mello's words as the other went about spitting the blood from his mouth and int the sink, going on about how Matt 'didn't listen' and how he could have gotten himself 'killed'. The redhead just rolled his eyes and smirked. I only do what I want to do. He stated, staring at the ceiling through the orange hue of the goggles. As for why I jumped into that fight, He started, pursing his lips a little in thought. While he tried to figure out why he had joined in, he finally managed to pull a cigarette from his pocket and light it, tucking it between his index and middle finger before taking a long, needed puff. It was only after he exhaled the cloud of smoke that he finally answered Mello's question. Honestly, I don't know why I bothered... The risk of being killed never crossed my mind to be honest. Matt shrugged again, taking another drag. It was true. Matt wasn't afraid of death. Everyone died at some point, and in the end, it didn't matter how or when to him. He had no reason for his existence. He had no goal, no future, no drive... but Mello... something about him... What about you? Someone as lovely as you couldn't possibly have enemies. So why were those assholes whopping on you? He teased, the word 'lovey' laced with obvious sarcasm. Really, it was a no brainer that someone like Mello had to have enemies. But these guys had seemed like straight up thugs.