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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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He shrugged again. "Not necessarily. You're here, after all." And that was what actually mattered, in Matt's opinion. Mello was interesting enough to keep Matt entertained for hours compared to fifteen minutes of a hack job or a video game. He preferred it that way. Mello was reckless, and he never did the same thing twice. It was no wonder Matt's attention was so easily stolen by the blond.

Smirk curled upon his lips. "Yeah. I know." He was just a little cocky, although it was rare enough for it to happen that it was generally uncaught by most people. He wouldn't put it past Mello to catch it immediately, though. He left most of the self-indulgent cockiness to Mello. It seemed to suit him better. Matt, on the other hand, was more than happy to sit back and blend in with the scenery. He preferred it that way.

The kiss wasn't a surprise. Matt knew if he had gotten close enough Mello would react; he was just glad that it hadn't been a smack upside the head. There had been a fifty/fifty chance of it happening. Matt definitely preferred the kiss as an outcome. Responding almost immediately, hands fell to grab narrow hips, returning the kiss all too happily. He'd missed the contact; touching someone else was nothing, but being able to get close enough to Mello to touch him was something that nothing could compare to. He grinned against the blond's mouth. The kiss was sweet, definitely something iconical to Mello. Matt could kiss a hundred people and always be able to know which one was his best friend.