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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]

"Don't blame him for being scared," Mello muttered, standing and stretching as well, digging his toes into the carpet. He'd been scared, too, when that teleporting bastard shot at Matt. Watching Matt die and being helpless to stop it, again, would be the worst thing that ever happened to him. But it hadn't meant he wanted Matt not to be there!

"Bedroom," he replied and started making his way back there. It would be easier and more comfortable. Not to mention offering other interesting possibilities.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Not quite catching what Mello had said, Matt titled his head to the side with a rather curious expression on his face. "What's wrong, blondie?" Watching him stretch and move off to the bedroom, Matt moved to catch up with him before nabbing him around the waist from behind. Slipping his arms around him, he let his chin rest on the blond's shoulder, closing his eyes. It was odd how he was getting used to it. Used to touching Mello.

Eventually releasing him, Matt followed him into the bedroom and kicked off his boots, tugging his goggles off and setting them on the nightstand. He dropped down heavily onto the side of the bed, taking another look around the room. "We sharing the bed tonight, or am I being forced to the couch?"