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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 situated himself comfortably, eating chocolate and just waiting. He wasn't surprised when Matt came to sit with him; it was inevitable. He buried his hand in the red hair, stroking and playing with it, enjoying the sensation and the proof that yes, Matt was really here. It wasn't just a dream born of loneliness and boredom. And he'd be here when he went to sleep tonight and hopefully when he woke up, too.

"All right." Not that he hadn't already said it was all right, but he felt fucking stupid saying he was glad he wanted to. Mello closed his eyes, remembering. "No. Maybe we could have been but..." They were both too concerned about their image or maybe he hadn't been that into him in the first place or... well, who the hell knew? But as much as he had cared, they hadn't had any trouble keeping their hands off each other before.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Closing his eyes, more than content with Mello playing with his hair, Matt gave a content sort of hum, relaxing back against the couch. It had been far too long since feeling so at ease with someone, and all Matt wanted to do was stay there and enjoy the moment, nap a little; be otherwise content with the life he'd never really had a chance to enjoy before. He didn't care how domestic it made him sound. Matt was enjoying every minute of it.

He was also silently happy that Mello hadn't done anything with the last him; not that it would matter. For one, it was still him in a sense. And for another, it wasn't like they were together. Reaching up and catching Mello's wrist, Matt moved it down, carefully taking off the blond's gloves, nuzzling at the palm of his hand once he finished. "I'm not going to just... leave like he did, you know." He tilted his head back a bit to kiss the inside of his wrist before releasing his hand. "You're stuck with me."