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paixaorpg2007-07-26 09:15 pm
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Character(s): Mello (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocolatefetish) and Matt (nicotinic).
Content: Matt shows up in Paixao with no idea as to what's going on, Mello comes to fetch him and explain. Hopefully.
Setting: At one of the cafe's close to the Vanaheim Gate.
Time: The afternoon of July 25th.
Warnings: They both have foul vocabulary, I'm sure. And later comments are definitely not appropriate for younger viewers♥
Matt poked at his journal a bit, lacking in things to be occupied with. Turning it over in his hands, he narrowed his eyes a little, evidently trying to see if he could get it apart without tools. Realizing, unfortunately, that there wasn't any possible way for him to, he turned it face up to look at the screen and see if there was anything from Mello. Noticing that was, in fact, negative, he flipped it over.
Leaning back in the chair, balancing it on its back two legs, he rocked back and forth on it. He seriously hoped he didn't fall. Dead again after two minutes of being alive; that'd take some real skill. Either way, he continued to move, back and forth, lazy rocking. It kept him entertained for all of five seconds before he stopped, checking the journal again before writing a response -- noticing his hands were shaking already from lack of nicotine -- and dropping it back to the table, leaning in to balance his chair again.
As he waited for Mello, he motioned the waitress over, ordering some baby tea; half tea, half milk, and lots of sugar. Debating on getting something for Mello, he thought about it for a moment before requesting a milkshake; chocolate, of course.
He just hoped the idiot would show up soon. Impatient much?
chocolatefetish) and Matt (nicotinic).Content: Matt shows up in Paixao with no idea as to what's going on, Mello comes to fetch him and explain. Hopefully.
Setting: At one of the cafe's close to the Vanaheim Gate.
Time: The afternoon of July 25th.
Warnings: They both have foul vocabulary, I'm sure. And later comments are definitely not appropriate for younger viewers♥
Matt poked at his journal a bit, lacking in things to be occupied with. Turning it over in his hands, he narrowed his eyes a little, evidently trying to see if he could get it apart without tools. Realizing, unfortunately, that there wasn't any possible way for him to, he turned it face up to look at the screen and see if there was anything from Mello. Noticing that was, in fact, negative, he flipped it over.
Leaning back in the chair, balancing it on its back two legs, he rocked back and forth on it. He seriously hoped he didn't fall. Dead again after two minutes of being alive; that'd take some real skill. Either way, he continued to move, back and forth, lazy rocking. It kept him entertained for all of five seconds before he stopped, checking the journal again before writing a response -- noticing his hands were shaking already from lack of nicotine -- and dropping it back to the table, leaning in to balance his chair again.
As he waited for Mello, he motioned the waitress over, ordering some baby tea; half tea, half milk, and lots of sugar. Debating on getting something for Mello, he thought about it for a moment before requesting a milkshake; chocolate, of course.
He just hoped the idiot would show up soon. Impatient much?
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He looked Matt over, gaze sweeping him from head to toe and back again casually, relieved to find that he looked fine. Tired, but they'd both been tired, by the end. No blood or visible wounds, though. Mello hadn't expected any, but you never know. He was more surprised that he didn't hold a grudge about the way he kicked the bucket; Mello probably would, in his place.
The waitress brought the drinks and he grinned at the chocolate shake. Trust Matt to be too damn impatient to wait, though it was unexpected of him to have ordered him something. Matt wasn't usually that thoughtful and he wondered if something were up. "I assume I'm paying?" Not that Mello minded, but he doubted his partner/friend/whatever had figured out the currency here yet.
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Not that Mello wasn't.
Flicking the ashes of the cigarette away, he arched an eyebrow, watching as Mello looked him over. Grinning around his cigarette, Matt tipped back onto the two chairlegs again, fingers of his hands laced, placed behind his head. "You know, blondie, most people generally check me out before the first date." He couldn't help it. Inhaling another bout of smoke, he dropped the chair back again, leaning over the table, watching him through tinted goggles; giving roughly the same assessment, making sure Mello was all in one piece and that everything was where it should be. When he realized it was, he went back to smoking and waiting for their drinks.
When they arrived and Mello asked, Matt smirked, flicking some more ashes off. "Unless they're taking Yen here, then yeah. That's all I've got on me. Sorry, Mello." Finishing his cigarette off as quickly as he could, he snuffed it out against the heel of his boot before flicking the remainder of it into the nearby trash bin. "If it pisses you off I'll pay you back once I get whatever it is they use here for currency." He grinned. "Or I'll just work it off, not that it should take much."