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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 was still smiling, a genuinely happy expression he hadn't worn in far too long, as opposed to his usual sarcastic smirk or the sheer depressed tiredness of their final weeks. He felt lighter, bouyant, like he could fly if he wanted to. He refastened Matt's pants almost fondly, a gesture with more affection than he'd usually dare show, before reaching for his own.

"It's not too much farther." And then they could do this again, taking their time about it. Or talk, or just hold each other and listen to the sounds of a city both like and unlike the one they had come from. Not that he'd say anything so stupidly sentimental. Mello knew better than to believe in fairy tales or happily ever after; this was a beginning, not the end, and many things could happen.

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Humming in appreciation of Mello's busy work of getting both of their pants done up, he rubbed a few small circles over the blond's lower back. Noticing how tense he was, Matt worked his hands up over his back, pressing his fingers into the muscles and rubbing them firmly, trying to work them out a little. Sighing quietly, he leaned up to kiss the blond's temple, moving his arms back to drape them around his waist and hug him. "You're going to need to let me work your muscles out when we get back. You're going to end up pulling something for how tense you are."

Finally straightening up, he stretched his arms up above his head and then relaxed again. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt completely relaxed and at ease. Glad that the apartment wasn't too much further, he reached for one of Mello's hands, tugging him closer for yet another kiss.