http://nicotinic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nicotinic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-07-26 09:15 pm
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Reunited. [ Active ]

Character(s): Mello ([livejournal.com profile] chocolatefetish) and Matt ([livejournal.com profile] 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?

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-07-28 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'll hate it here, then." There weren't many of Matt's usual pursuits around; he'd heard plenty of bitching about it before. Mello would have to work to keep him busy or he'd drive them both nuts. Not that Mello wasn't damn bored as well.

He caught Matt eyeing his chocolate and glared. Unlike the prinnies, Matt knew better than that. Mello was glad to see him, but that didn't mean he was going to share his chocolate! That was a privilege he'd have to earn, if he got it at all.

Groping him, on the other hand, was something Mello didn't mind at all, especially when it was Matt doing it. "No reason to," he agreed. "I like that about you." Mello was hardly likely to seek out reticence in a best friend. Matt had always been up for almost anything and that was the way he preferred it. It was hardly a secret.

Mello looked at Matt, standing far too close to be accidental, and grinned. Even without the months Mello had spent alone, he was obviously nearly as eager. But dying could do that to you, so it wasn't much of a surprise. Nothing like a taste of death to make you want to prove you were alive. Speaking of a taste... Mello took a step closer, narrowing the distance even further, and reached for Matt, pulling him close and kissing him. So what if people stared? He wouldn't have cared even if the people were real and he cared even less here.