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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]

This was nice. Mello looked at Matt and smiled; an intimate expression almost no one else had ever seen. When it was just the two of them, he could relax, be more himself. Lower the facade he'd worn so much it was nearly part of him, but not quite. Matt known him when he was a kid; he might not know everything, but he knew the real Mello more than anyone else.

"You'd better not. That was shit." Matt had been there, right behind him and then... gone. Like he'd never been. Except for the memories and all the stuff he'd left behind, the crap still here because he'd kept it just in case he came back from wherever. Which it seemed he had, or something like it. Mello went back to toying with Matt's hair, but he felt better, though he wasn't sure the other Matt meant to leave. Maybe he had; he'd been fucking scared. But he didn't think so.

"Didn't you promise me a massage?"

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Matt caught the smile and returned it, head dropping back to his leg again as he looked up at him through his goggles. He decided, without a doubt, he'd rather be there than anywhere else; it was rare enough to see Mello look genuinely happy, but to have it happening as often as it was that day, well... Matt knew it wasn't something to take for granted. He had no intention of doing so, either.

"Mm, sorry, blondie. Promise I won't, though." Grinning up at him, he stretched a little, eventually reaching up and tugging his goggles down loose around his neck, he nodded a little. "Mmhm, I did." Matt got up and stretched his arms above his head, arching his back a bit as he did a full-body stretch. Turning and facing him, he nodded his head a little, "You going to lay on the couch or go into the bedroom?"