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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]

Mello sprawled on the couch and worked on taking off his boots. "Didn't need to hide from anyone here, not so far at least." Though he hadn't abandoned all efforts at caution. "And it seemed stupid to stay in a hotel when I didn't know how long I'd be here." More comfortable and private in an apartment, at least.

"Obviously you can stay here; do whatever with the place as long as it doesn't piss me off." Mello assumed Matt would still want to live with him, at least, even if the other one had laughed at him for suggesting it. "Sorry there weren't more cigarettes; we can get more whenever." He looked up at Matt, wondering what he was thinking. The room was dimly lit and the goggles hid his eyes completely; Mello couldn't read his expression at all at the moment.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

"Good." The reply was simple -- when had he gotten so short on answering? -- and he didn't wait long before entering the bedroom, crossing it and opening a window, letting the smoke from his cigarette go out. Leaning against the window and watching the street below, he stayed that way until he was done his cigarette, tossing the end of it out the window. Closing it again, he leaned back against the wall beside the window, watching the door and debating. Finally making his decision, Matt pushed himself away and exited the room, going over to sit on the floor beside the couch, leaning back to place his head on one of Mello's legs.

Matt closed his eyes, simply sitting there for a moment. "I want to stay with you." He waited. Sat in silence. Hesitance heavy on his chest before he opened his eyes to look up at the blond. "What we just did in the alley. Were you like that with the last me that was here?" Curiosity killed the cat. He had no idea how many lives he was down already.