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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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"Extended period of boredom," Mello replied, grinning around a mouthful of chocolate. "Clearly made me a bit batty. And I always did have poor impulse control." Which was a nicer way of saying what he'd been told his whole life, by any adult who had charge of him as a kid and by those who interacted with him much when he was on his own. Mello was perfectly capable of making and following a plan when it came to business and really important things, but he could go off half-cocked and do any number of reckless things as well. He eyed Matt over his chocolate bar again. "Maybe I'm just glad to see you."

And touch him, but that was obvious, even if there hadn't been much of it so far. Mello was a very physical person; he liked touching and being touched, as long as there was no threat involved. He nearly choked on his chocolate when Matt grabbed him, though, even if he'd been half expecting it. "Don't waste any time, either," he commented, as soon as he had caught his breath. That was always interesting and one of the nice things about Matt: he didn't fool around about that kind of shit either, no stupid games of pretending he didn't want sex when any idiot knew he did.

Mello stopped where he was, not caring that other pedestrians had to detour around him, and looked Matt over again, nice and slow, taking his time about it now that he could see him better than across a table. "Want to skip the shopping trip for now?" Not that he minded if Matt wanted to keep going with it, but if they were both as impatient as all that, it might be better to go home now. They could go out again any time, after all. There was no rush.

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Using his hand that hadn't been groping Mello, he grabbed his lighter again and flicked it on and off. He needed something to occupy his hands before they started to drift to places that were definitely inappropriate for being in public area's. Grinning a little, he shook his head, "I'd die if I got bored. Not too sure how I survived all those years without you. Definitely the most interesting person I know. And besides, you wouldn't be you if you weren't at least a little batshit." Half tempted to steal a bite from the blond's chocolate bar, he decided that wasn't the best idea. "Hmm. Maybe you are."

Matt shrugged, putting his lighter away and taking another drag off his cigarette. Oddly amused, it seemed, for all the smiling he was doing. "Why waste time when we both already know what the other is thinking?" It seemed kind of pointless to Matt to take the piss when he already had a fair idea of what Mello was thinking. Sure, it was fun sometimes, but if Mello had been alone for months, Matt could only imagine what was going through his head as they walked down the street.

Stopping a few steps ahead of Mello, he turned back to face him, canting his head to the side and watching him; confused. Finishing his cigarette fairly quickly, he tossed it into a trash bin nearby, considering Mello's offer. He didn't need cigarettes if he was careful on how many he smoked from then on, and other than that he had no reason to be out. Shuffling back over to stand directly in front of Mello, blatantly invading his personal space, he grinned. "Mm. Yeah. Let's skip it. The stores aren't going anywhere."