[Closed, Mello, Matt, Kurama] Mayhem in Osaka

[12panelwonder.livejournal.com]

So.

Someone worse than B had come to Hogwarts.

Matt momentarily cursed his semi-reclusive lifestyle, but reconsidered it. After all, he didn't remember B. It was probably best that way.

Mello had said that Kurama was still interested in coming to Osaka with them. Which was good. Sometimes you needed to get out of the er, castle, and with a somewhat limited choice of cities, Matt and Mello should take every chance they get.

Checking and double checking that he had enough ammo, Matt settled down with a Game Boy Advance.

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[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Corn chips?" I ask, laughing. "L's gonna have kittens and blame me when he hears. He already is pissed at me for insisting that A learn defensive magic. But, yeah, A could use some de-stressing."

[12panelwonder.livejournal.com]

"I'll take care of L. Let's just get A high, first." Matt threw a wrapper to the car floor.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Of course, corn chips. In case we get the munchies. Which, I don't know about you, is my favorite symptom." He grabbed up the wrapper Matt had dropped and shoved it in one of the empty bags. No use messing up the car more than they already had.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I shake my head. "Fine, corn chips, salsa, dip, potato chips, chocolate, the whole nine yards for A's initiation into the wonderful world of getting stoned to relax." I look over at Matt. "I do not want to hear about how you 'take care of L.'"

[12panelwonder.livejournal.com]

"Whatever." Matt finished his drink. "Anything else we need to do before we go back?"

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Not that I can Think of." Kurama bagged up the last of his garbage and pulled the car back into the parking garage. There was police tape around the spot they'd nicked the car from, so he parked it in the space next to it, instead.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I perform the obliviate charm, concentrating carefully on our fingerprints. As a bonus, it removes some of the scratches on the sides from when we were rammed. "Handy charm," I mutter, sliding my wand back up my sleeve.

[12panelwonder.livejournal.com]

"Bastard won't know what hit him. C'mon, let's get out of here before a policeman spots us."