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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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"You have yet to name anything kittenish about me." Mello was caught between amusement and annoyance and his demeanor showed the conflict: agitated movements contrasted with a knowing smirk for his expression. "And if you've forgotten I'm not a girl, maybe I'll just have to prove it." He'd certainly enjoy the proving of it, and he was sure Matt would, too. Mello had been alone far too long with nothing but his hand and he was definitely getting tired of it. He could've tried something with a native, but the idea was repellant; they just didn't have enough personality for that, even if it were possible.

"It doesn't seem to be possible. This place is on an island, with no other land visible." Or so he'd heard. Mello had yet to go see for himself, though he meant to. Since it was supposed to be dangerous, however, he hadn't wanted to go alone. Mello might be reckless, but he recognized the need for backup at times. He wanted to leave, but not by dying!

"Yeah, whatever. Still wasn't meant to happen," Mello muttered, shifting uneasily in his seat. He hated thinking about it and yet couldn't forget, seeing Matt's car, his dead body, in his mind over and over. Even dreamt of it at times, when he wasn't dreaming of being lost in flame or of his own death. He had quite enough fuel for his nightmares to last the rest of his life, even if there wasn't supposed to be anything left of it. He wondered vaguely if Matt would and supposed he'd find out.

Mello grinned. "Maybe. Going to try and stop me?" This was safer ground, both true and untrue, teasing and not. He and Matt spent a lot of time here these days; he was comfortable with it. He'd rather make innuendo and rag on Matt than think about their untimely deaths.

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Matt tilted his head, "Were you wanting me to give you a list in public so that everyone has reason to call you that?" He rolled his eyes and flicked the ashes off his cigarette again, noticing that (regrettably) it was almost finished. Taking the final drag off, he snuffed it out in his tea before tossing it; the drink tasted like shit, anyway. Giving a snort as well as a bit of a chuckle, he shook his head, running a hand through his hair, "Maybe I have forgotten. You'll have to refresh my memory just in case." He didn't mind the back-and-forth between Mello; it made him feel less edgy from being in a new place.

He hated the public in general, but the entire experience of a new city, new people, and being out around all of them put Matt on edge and made him a little irritable. Not that it was noticeable to most people; he seemed calm as ever.

"An island?" It seemed hard to believe he'd randomly landed on an island with no explanation, but seeing as though he had his best friend and was lacking the whole 'death' bit, he didn't mind so much. Although he did still want to talk to the person in charge and find out exactly why he'd been brought back. Nothing special about him, really. At least Mello was a genius at almost everything. Except maybe common sense.

Shrugging yet again, Matt tipped his chair back again, balancing it out. He realized he was going to fall sooner or later. Although hopefully it was 'later', rather than 'sooner'. Trying to keep it slightly light hearted, the red head shook his head. "If you meant for me to die, blondie, I'd be terribly offended that you didn't share the information. I'd like to make sure they put something half decent on the headstone."

Matt returned the smile, though shook his head again, "I might, you never know." Heaving a sigh, he stretched out a bit, chair faltering for a moment, Matt catching the edge of the table to keep from toppling over. Trying to brush it off as having been intentional, he cleared his throat a bit. "Besides, can't have you going 'round killing people just for touching me, kitten. It's not very nice, now is it?" He definitely liked the fact Mello could catch every bit of sarcasm Matt threw at him.