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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?

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Rather smug, Matt nodded and set his chair back to be flat on the ground, putting out his cigarette before lighting another one. "Damn right I am. Suits you oh-so-well, you know." Matt certainly did have his reasons for picking 'kitten' for a nickname, but stating them to Mello seemed slightly pointless, since he knew it would piss him off regardless of what his reasons were. Although he did know well enough not to go around using it just anywhere or with anyone present.

Grabbing his journal and poking at it a little, he frowned, like a kid whose favourite toy was just broken. "But-- Why? It's just a piece of machinery." Tapping it lightly against the table and shrugging, he let it drop back down to the surface, face down. Deciding further questioning wasn't a good idea, he let the topic be, simply poking it back and forth across the table to keep his hands occupied. He was already growing bored with sitting still for so long without his video games.

After realizing he was on his third cigarette, Matt took one more out before stuffing the package into one of the pockets in his vest along with his lighter. One more to last him until they at least left the cafe. He could handle it. No problem.

Matt looked up at Mello with a start, obviously shocked. "Mello, damn. I know that. I'm just playing, arsehole. I trust you with my life, you know that." Taking a long drag off his cigarette, he sighed, scratching his forehead a little. "I'd never doubt that kind of shit, you should know that already, too."

Trying to ignore the fact he suddenly felt slightly guilty for making Mello think anything but the truth, he slumped back in his chair again. "Anytime we're not in public. Behind closed doors and all that. I know how possessive you are." He grinned; mischievous, almost. Taking another drag and blowing the smoke out from the corner of his mouth, he took another sip of tea. Scrunching his face up a little and looking as though he'd just smelled the most foul thing on the earth, he tried not to spit it out. Cigarettes and sweet tea were obviously not meant to go together.