Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Fair enough, Matt shrugged when Mello clearly avoided his question, instead watching as the other boy tied his hair up into a messy ponytail. Mello cleaned up pretty quick, the blood on his face and hands already washed away, leaving him looking almost like he hadn't just been jumped. Matt? Not so much. He didn't really care about being covered in blood. It would be pretty annoying to walk down the street like this, though... people would be staring, making assumptions, someone might call the cops.. it would just be an irritating situation. But man.. the floor was comfortable after all that. Well, that was until Mello decided to tap his foot against his head and tell him he was laying in rat shit. ... awesome. Matt grumbled, brow twitching a little as the other continued to prod his boot against his temple. Then, groaning as if having to use the energy to get up was more painful than his new gashes and bruises, the redhead slowly heaved and staggered to his feet. By the way, if you don't live here then who the fuck does?? Did we just break into someone's house? Matt begrudgingly made his way over to the sink Mello had just been at as he spoke, taking his gloves off in the process. Then off came the bloodied vest, followed carelessly by his goggles. No one had ever seen him without the goggles on, and Mello wouldn't be the first, as Matt had his back to the blonde, and the goggles were only pulled down around his neck for a few minutes as he washed his face free from the sweat and blood. The cold water felt undeniably good against his warm flesh, those bright green eyes of his pinching shut and his tense body relaxing for the moment. And he did feel better without the crusty blood and dry, itchy sweat... Sighing, he quickly snapped the goggles back into place, leaving the gloves and vest on the counter for the time being as he turned to trot on over to Mello. Tch... to be honest I don't have the same interest in the project as I did yesterday... But can I at least know what the hell you have planned? I could be more useful if I knew that much. He kinda forgot about the damn project until now, actually. He ruffled his hair as he spoke to re-settle it around the goggle strap, lazily plopping down beside the blonde like they did this every day. He figured Mello still thought he was just as stupid as everyone else in the class, but whatever. He was being honest when he said he lost interest in the project. It was the idea of getting on Mello'ss nerves that had excited him, but he was a bit worn out right now. And.. really hungry... which was not being helped by the way Mello was munching away at the chocolate bar. Grunting, the redhead pinched the cherry of the cigarette to put it out then shove it into his pocket for later. He wasn't rich and cigarettes weren't cheap, so he wasn't gonna waste a second cigarette today. But he was really curious... ... why does someone like you even care about the project? I know you're a genius I may or may not have gotten into the school's database and checked out your file when you transferred, but you don't seem like the kind of person who would care about grades.. What's the point? It was what Matt asked himself every day he went to school. He himself had no 'end game' once he graduated high school, or went to college. He wasn't interested in landing some desk job that he'd work for the rest of his life, being some inferior piece of shit that didn't matter to the world. He was just as 'happy' being a lazy, lowlife scumbag. But he was really curious to know what drove someone like Mello to stay at the top.