Flying fish room [private conversation]

[onlydisappear]

[Matt's wandering again, smoking, of course, half keeping an eye out for Mello and half wondering if there's a room that might give him his memories back without severely traumatizing him in the process. When he spots the fish floating around in midair, he can't resist going into the bar.

And this is neat, and clearly one of the rooms not designed to fuck people over. He looks around, puffing on his cigarette, and doesn't notice the other person there at first. Finally he does, gives a small double-take at the hair, and waves.]

Oh, hey.

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[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

Oh, shit, sorry I brought it up.

OK, but. Don't think I can carry you if you conk out. I'd hafta roll you, and that would just be silly. [Being goofy on purpose.]

[justiceishot.livejournal.com]

S'okay, I don't care. Not gonna remember, anyway. Heheh.

(He rolls his head over to where Matt is, and laughs, a little too much for such a silly couple of words.)

Hee, I-- I don't think I'll pass out, man, just... hee, tha's a funny image.

But gah... gah, sorry, s'not a very good first impressh... inpressed... meeting, is it, me all drunk off mah ass like this?

(He looks sheepish.)

[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

No worries. I was so clueless when I got here, I'm sure half the people I met thought I was some kinda idiot.

[justiceishot.livejournal.com]

Ahah... ah. Maybe, I dunno. Lotsa people are idiots when they first come here. 'least you weren't locked in a room. I got here n' was locked in a freaking-- room, with a chair innit.

One chair! What the-- what the hell, man.

(He flails a little at that, giggling as he takes another swig. He's got more than half of the bottle finished by now.)

[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

I was- [He points, tipsy enough that it's only mostly at Pink.] In a bed, with a gun I didn't know was mine, and a shirt fulla holes.

A chair, huh? Why was? What was the point of that?