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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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That interested, was he? That was good to know. Mello smiled to himself at Matt's discomfort, planning to exploit it later. Who could you use that kind of information on if not your friends? This promised to be fun, for the first time in awhile.

He took Matt at his word, leading him out of the cafe and onto the street, heading towards the train station. "We can stop for supplies on the way." Mello was sure Matt would want more cigarettes than that, and probably more clothes and some basic necessities, too. Damned inconvenient how people only showed up here with what they had on them.

"This place is an island," he continued, "with little history that anyone here seems to know about. You're either a native, like these very similar-looking people around, or you're like us and just show up here. Which includes the talking animals, unfortunately." As well as people with superpowers, which hardly seemed fair to regular guys like Mello and Matt. Well, as much as they passed for regular.

"And don't be an idiot; I wouldn't ask you to sacrifice yourself." Not deliberately. Mello had had enough of people working for him dying, and it was worse when it was someone he actually gave a shit about. He might be willing to die for something, but that didn't mean anyone else had to. Smirking, he reached over to grab Matt's ass, squeezing it briefly. "And it would be such a waste."

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Matt hadn't intentionally almost-fallen, but the fact he hadn't exactly had Mello look like that at him in quite a while was kind of hard to ignore. Especially after their conversation over the journals.

Following Mello away from the cafe, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his vest, glancing up at the sky and watching for a moment before looking over at Mello. Supplies was definitely a good idea. He would, at the very least, have smoked half a pack of cigarettes by the time they got to wherever Mello was staying, he was sure. He couldn't help it. A stressful situation on top of everything that had already happened? He was bound to be a little irritable, although it definitely helped to have his nicotine fix.

He did his best to listen to Mello's explanation, but the fact that he wasn't retaining most of what he told him about the city didn't seem to phase him. He was more focused on thinking about what exactly he would need so as not to drag Mello out again after they were done. Matt liked spending as little time as possible outside where ever he was staying; it was just how he was. "Hmm." A sort of grunt that he'd been listening to what Mello was telling him.

"Don't worry, I know that. Was just being an arse." Matt knew full well that Mello would never ask him to do something like that. Although Matt also knew that even if he did, he still wouldn't say no. It wasn't that he couldn't, but he had a complete unmatched loyalty to Mello that couldn't be hindered. Even by death. Still on that track of thought, the grope caught him off guard, causing his breath to hitch, though he didn't stop walking. Staring at Mello from the corner of his eye, he grumbled a little. "At least warn a guy, damn, mate."