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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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Mello took Matt's agreement as a compliment; whether he meant it that way or not was immaterial. He led and Matt followed; it was the way things were between them and he didn't question whether or not Matt liked it that way. Of course he did or he wouldn't come back for more; it seemed self-evident to Mello.

He wanted to laugh: in triumph at inspiring Matt to do as he wanted, in sheer relief at not being alone any longer, but he stifled it in kissing Matt, not wanting to ruin the mood. Mello shivered at fingernails on his bare skin, pressing tighter against Matt and wishing for a convenient wall to brace himself against. This felt inevitable as a train wreck, something you saw coming for miles but couldn't stop, so you stared and stared in horrified fascination, as passersby might be staring now at the two men suddenly making out on the sidewalk, wondering if they'd stop but suspecting they wouldn't. Truthfully, Mello didn't want to stop.

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Matt leaned into him a little more, hand pressing flat against his back to draw him closer, fingers splaying out against is skin. It was a comfort, really, to have Mello in such close proximity. Not to mention it was extremely encouraging. Because of that, Matt slid his hand a little further up along his back before dragging his hand back down along the curve of the blond's spine, not hard enough to mark. At least, not yet.

Realizing they were still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, he inwardly debated. He didn't care about anyone watching him with Mello, but he definitely had a few issues with wanting to shag him something chronic out in the open. Kissing him a little longer (he really didn't want to stop), he eventually pulled away by an inch or two. "Mm. Don't much feel like an audience today, blondie." He grinned, leaning down to nip lightly at his earlobe and whisper into his ear, "Unless being watched makes you hot and I just wasn't informed until now." Pulling back, trying to look as innocent as possible, he tilted his head to the side as he waited for a response.