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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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"It's just through here." Mello led the way down an alley and up a flight of stairs, pausing to unlock the door. The security here was far less elaborate than he'd usually had, but there had been far less reason to bother. Pushing the door open, he flipped on the lamp just inside the door and made room for Matt to join him inside. "Make yourself at home."

If Matt didn't remember, this had to be weird. Mello probably should have gotten rid of his stuff, but he hadn't, so there were still traces of his presence in this apartment, even if they were months old, like the faint smell of cigarette smoke he hadn't even tried to eradicate, even when it depressed him. At least maybe the place wouldn't feel so damn empty anymore.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Following him up the stairs and inside, Matt almost immediately recognized the smell of cigarettes. Had Mello started? No, the smell was too old to have been any time recent. It was one of the smells that came from a long time of chain smoking where it got into the furniture and carpet. The last him? Must have been. Matt looked around, catching sight of computer parts and random other things that he would normally be known to have. It was strange to see it all there when he had no recollection of ever having been present before.

He went further into the apartment, looking around a little, he eventually stopped at the bedroom. Leaning up against the door frame, he took the cigarette from behind his ear and finally lit it. More questions ran through his mind now that he'd finally seen what had been left of the previous him. He doubted Mello wanted to answer any of them, though. Instead, he decided off-hand comments were better. "Nice place, blondie. Hell of a lot better than our last one."