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Character(s): Mello (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?

Comments

[chocolatefetish.livejournal.com]

"I'd hardly call this our first." Or a date for that matter, unless there were something he was missing. "Or has your recent brush with the afterlife made you realize you're madly in love with me?" Mello smirked and drank some of the milkshake. Not too bad, though not chocolate-y enough. Somehow he found it hard to imagine Matt madly in love with anyone.

"Don't worry about it." Money was the least of his worries at the moment. Pretty easy to come by, so why stress about it? Not like he had tons to spend it on at the moment anyway.

"Built most of a real computer system last time you were here. You can finish it up if you want." Not that there was much to do with it at the moment, but it made Matt feel better to have something to work on and Mello liked it when he was out of his hair and not bugging him every five seconds because he was bored. Even he could find it hard to keep Matt occupied when there were no games to be had.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Matt rolled his eyes. "Where's your sense of humor, blondie? Did it die, too?" Sighing, he drank some of his tea -- so not enough sugar -- before grabbing the package of cigarettes again and lighting up another. Chainsmoking, one of the few things he could do in quick succession without being completley and entirely bored with it. Nudging the cup and saucer around the table, he inhaled the smoke through his mouth, exhaling out his nose. It was a simple process, and he didn't have to worry about bothering with his cigarette falling from his mouth when blowing the smoke out.

"Hmm, thanks, blondie." Tipping his chair back, he held onto the table as he found proper balance before releasing it, steadying himself in the seat. He found slight entertainment in the fact he was balancing without much effort, on top of the fact he could fall and make an ass of himself at any moment in time. Not that it would matter.

Back arched, cracking a little as he stretched. He wondered how long it had been since he moved. Last he remembered was the open-fire on him and his car, and anything after that didn't seem to exist. Not that it mattered, he was there and had Mello, so at least that was more than half of what he needed in life. Hearing Mello talk about the 'last time' he was here made Matt feel slightly awkward. He seriously hoped nothing had happened without him knowing or remembering. But the prospect of building another computer system was enough to pull his mind away from the thought. "Yeah? Hmm. Guess I have my work cut out for me for at least part of the time." He pulled another long drag from his cigarette. "The rest of which I can just bug the piss out of you."