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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 laughed. "Why wouldn't I? Last thing I remembered was dying, then I see these huge gates with a line of people at them. What else would I think?" He frowned, remembering. "Then some jerk attacked me, but he told me I was alive." Truthfully, he still found it hard to believe. But he certainly seemed alive and with continued lack of evidence to disprove the perception, Mello accepted it as at least probable. If he were still dead, it didn't seem to matter, though it was kind of annoying to still have to worry about all the little tediums of life like paying rent after death.

"What did you think?" Matt seemed so surprised that Mello had to wonder. Had he known he was alive again right away?

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

"Nn, right, sorry." He hadn't really thought of it like that when he popped up there. Wait, what? "Someone attacked you?" Matt frowned, instantly becoming concerned about Mello and what had happened. Sure, for all Matt knew, it could have been weeks or months ago! But damn he was still worried all the same. It wasn't like it was every day (well, not really) that Mello was getting attacked by 'some jerk'. Generally it was expected of people to go at him, but after he'd died and gone somewhere where neither of them knew anyone? Well, that was weird.

"What did I think? Nn..." Matt trailed off, thinking. When he'd first woken up outside the domes, his body ached a little, but he wasn't bleeding. Hell, his clothes were all in one piece, even! His heart was beating, he was breathing. He'd thought... "I thought it was all a nightmare. Dying. Being without you." He shrugged, not really wanting to think about it. All it did was make him feel even more upset.