If It Makes You Happy

[Matthew Smoke]

"I will, the next time I'm near my laptop. I have it saved, it's pretty bad. Whoever did it has less of a life than I do... although I guess he probably got Paypal donations out the yin-yang for it, so who's got the last laugh, really?" he said with a chuckle.

When Melanie ventured to say Matthew was cute, though, he turned a shade of red and looked away. His ears burned, and he wanted to hide behind a couch pillow until he had gotten himself under control. It was no secret he thought Melanie was gorgeous - he always found a way to talk to her somehow. Matt wasn't good with girls though, especially not the immortal kind. He had bad luck. He always ended up the guy who got stood up for dates, or laughed at - which was odd, because Matt thought he was an okay sort of guy... evidently just not what 'modern girls' were into. Whatever that was.

"No, Riese and I are different. I have a picture of us in my office, even though he hates this place," he said with a sigh, once he'd recovered from his giddy cloud 9 adventure. "And, for the record, I suck at chess. Checkers, though. Checkers I am win at."

[Desmond Stark]

Melanie laughed. "Speaking of animated stick figures, have you ever seen that one where the guy fights against the guy animating him?" She laughed. "It's brilliant." And then he blushed, and she bit her lip and blushed a little herself - she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"That's still kind of strange, I think," she'd sighed - she'd heard about Riese before. "And I dunno. Maybe sometime I can help you with your chess and you can help me with my checkers. Maybe it's just the people who I play against, but I swear I get beaten every single time I try to play it." And it was true, too - it would be nice to have someone try to fix that. Melanie was nice, sure, but she didn't particularly love losing over and over and over again.

[Matthew Smoke]

Matthew laughed out loud. "I got beaten at chess by an eight year old yesterday. Posey was running a little playgroup for some of the women who work here and can't afford daycare, and one of them wanted to play chess. She let him play me, and he walked all over me. It was so pathetic," he said with a sigh.

"I still don't see how you can lose to checkers, but maybe you played the same kid I did. I swear to God, his mom needs to put him in a special program. It was brilliant whatever he did. I hate him," he said sourly, but he was only kidding. Matt didn't hate an awful lot. It wasn't his nature.

"I guess I'd better actually do some more work. Want to come with me while I do my rounds?" he asked, sitting up. He regretfully still had things to do, and he didn't just want to leave Melanie hanging. He felt one-hundred percent fine, anyways.

[Desmond Stark]

Melanie laughed as well - "I'm sure that we can do something about that. Seriously. We'll trade lessons. It will be fun. And we will, in turns, have the chance to humiliate each other. And then we can have crackers." Melanie, it seemed, was still slightly drunk off of Matty's witch blood. Well, or something.

He offered to let her come, and she stood with a smile. "Sure, I'd love to. Anything that I can help with?"

[Matthew Smoke]

"Eh," he said, glancing at his watch. "I just need to close up my office and drop some paperwork off to Melissa, then the usual quick rounds to make sure nobody's bleeding on the floor or anything. After that, I'm pretty much free. Probably going to go get food, so if you really do want crackers, we can locate them," he said with a smile.

He sort of figured that Melanie might still be a little giddy from his blood. He felt fine, but that was just his natural healing capabilities. He didn't suppose she got to snack on a Witch fairly often, and he just kind of let it go. He was glad he could help, especially Melanie.

Whoops - Matt realized he had a small, tiny, possible attraction to her. What was not to like, anyways? Pale, milky skin, long dark hair, a sweet voice... He blinked a few times. "Ready?"