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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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[chocolatefetish.livejournal.com]

"You'd better," Mello muttered, honestly a little embarrassed to have been caught being insecure. At least it was only Matt; if someone had to know that his arrogance was mostly an act, he'd rather it were him than anyone else. Matt could be trusted not to use it against him; anyone else would see it for the weakness it was and take full advantage.

Shivering a little at the jolt the phrase "shag you senseless on the sidewalk" sent up his spine, Mello cast around for a location closer than his apartment. "There should be an alley this way," he said, taking Matt by the hand and leading him off through the crowds. Yeah, they could just get a hotel room, too, but they were both damned impatient. At least he assumed Matt was; Mello had no doubts about himself. Neither did anyone else, if they were looking, but most people here probably weren't.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Smiling all the same, Matt gave another little nuzzle, all too fond of them at that moment, it seemed. "I do." Leaning against him a little to steal a quick kiss, Matt brushed the subject off. He knew Mello's ego and self-security had been knocked down quite a few notches after what happened, but he wasn't about to start talking or asking questions about it. If Mello had something to say about it, Matt knew he would, and that was good enough for him; he didn't like forcing the subject unless he knew that it was the only way Mello would talk to him about something. The insecurity was something Matt could help with without having to talk about it.

Matt fumbled a little at first before catching his footing and following Mello through the wade of people. An alley? That would be a new one. New and definitely exciting. Matt couldn't help but shiver at the thought. It had been months since he'd seen anything but shitty porn and his hand; he didn't bother trying to fuck anyone after having sex with Mello. He had high doubts he could find anyone even remotely able to measure up to what had happened that night. So, he didn't bother trying. The thought that he'd soon have Mello to himself again, though, made Matt hotter than anything else could at that moment. Except for Mello and whatever he could manage to do to him.