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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]

"Idiot. You know it was." Mello grinned and kissed him, taking his time about it now, not caring that they hadn't really cleaned up or refastened their pants. Who the hell cared? Matt was here again; they were both alive and no longer alone. Even if Kira had won in the world they'd left, they had another chance here.

When they finally stopped kissing, he was still smiling, eyelids lowered contentedly and the black eyes beneath almost calm as he looked at Matt. Not that it would last, but for the moment, he was happy. "Ready to go to the apartment? Or do you still need to stop first?"

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Giving a bit of a grunt in response, only to signal that he'd heard him, Matt continued to lean against him. Yeah, too bad they hadn't been at the apartment, he could have definitely used a nap right about then. Arms around his waist tightened a little, hugging him closer, comforting to have him in such close proximity -- why hadn't they been like this more often in life? -- and generally making him feel more at ease.

Matt waited a moment or two, enjoying the silence between them, the dull hum of the city the only sound from the end of the alley. He could definitely get used to what was happening in that very moment. Staying there for another moment or two, he eventually turned his head to look up at Mello, smiling. "Mm. No, home sounds good with me."