Matt walked through the ruins, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and with his hand clenched around the gameboy in his pocket. He was just wandering, not really looking for anything, not really there at all.

Sitting on an overturned stone ruin, he lay back, smoking and just watching the clouds go by.

M walked through the ruins once again looking about the area to enjoy the peace it brought him. Anything wrecked or even seemed forgotten or lost was something he enjoyed doing. Stopping through mid stride he saw a figure laying down and decided to sit down to see what happened.

Matt lay there, smoking, in a daze. He hadn't noticed M, and certainly wasn't about to get up.

Mouse saw the smoke rise from the cigarette and disappear through the night air and took in the site. Now he had a new image he would paint later on in the day if he ever remembered. "Did you know smoking is bad for you?" he asked matt clearly talking to him seeing as there was nobody else in site.

Matt tilted his head back and saw Mouse, then lay down as he was. Taking another drag, he said "Yep.", and let the smoke flow through him, almost ceasing to exist.

"Then shouldn't you stop?" he asked puzzled at why someone would deliberately continue pollution of any kind fill there bodies. "I mean if you know it's bad shouldn't you kick that habit?" he kept trying to understand but it was beyond him.

"Yep. Doesn't mean I'm going to."

Taking a deep drag, Matt held it in. Then, after the gentle burning got to it's last point, he blew a smoke ring.

M just couldn't understand his logic of why someone would know all the facts and come to the conclusion that should continue. "That doesn't have very much logic." he told her after awhile of silence. From his back pocket m took out a bar of chocolate and nibbled on it.

"It's not about logic. It's more about addiction, and not caring."

Hearing the bite of chocolate, a twist of Matt's lips brought an odd half-smirk to his face.

M looked at the strange man. "I'm not addicted to not caring so I guess I can't understand." he replied very politely. M saw how matt smiled at his chocolate bar so he put it behind his back. "This isn't chocolate if that's what your thinking." he told that man very nicely.

Matt pulled his goggles over his eyes, the smile-smirk growing. "Don't worry, I'm not going to rob you - even if I was inclined, I can't be bothered.. I just know a guy who is... fond of chocolate."

"I know a guy who is fond of guys." he told the man whom he tried remembering but to no avail. A man fond of chocolate made him tap his half eaten chocolate bar on his head. "A man fond of chocolate." he said this aloud trying to place a face.

Matt didn't bother reacting to the statement; he just kept on smoking. He just didn't have much to say.

M kept himself silent and went into his pocket taking out a gameboy sp with an old mario game in it. Clicking it on the screen lit up as the different sounds came from it little by little. "Games make everything better." m said a smile out loud.