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paixaorpg2007-07-26 09:15 pm
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Reunited. [ Active ]
Character(s): Mello (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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?
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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"I'm not going anywhere." He smiled, a rare expression of actual happiness, pushing sweaty hair off Matt's forehead and kissing him lightly before unwrapping his chocolate. Mello had no reason to leave any more, not if Matt were here. And it wasn't as though there were anything to go back to, just death. At least here they were both alive and maybe could even manage something like being happy, which they'd never had time for before.
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Matt sat in silence, watching as Mello unwrapped his chocolate and resting his chin on the blond's chest to observe. He liked to look at Mello; not only because he was damn attractive, but he was graceful and unpredictable and incredible, and Matt didn't want to look away in fear of missing something. But he eventually did, resting his head flat against Mello's chest, pressing his ear against his heart, listening to it. He was glad that he could hear it beating, another testament to the fact they were alive. Hand came to rest on his counterpart's stomach, thumb stroking back and forth over it gently.