paixaorpg | Reunited. [ Active ]

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matt,
mello

Reunited. [ Active ]

Character(s): Mello (

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 hated public transportation and hated the lack of his motorcycle even more. Damn trains were too fucking slow and walking, even rapidly, was even worse. He longed for speed, the wind in the hair and the ground beneath his feet moving so fast it was just a blur, but that feeling seemed forever gone, unless he could somehow find parts and make one here. Maybe that could be their next project, now that Matt was back.

Speaking of, he should be almost there. Mello looked up, scanning the tables, automatically looking for threats. Finding none, he had no trouble locating Matt; he stood out a mile among the more reserved natives, leaning back and looking ready to break his chair.

Part of him wanted to run over to the idiot and completely embarrass both of them, but he didn't, of course. Too much time and distance between them for that. Instead Mello sauntered over slowly, a seductive grin on his face, and dropped the mostly full carton of cigarettes in front of Matt. "Told you I was bringing you something."

Continuing to roll back in forth in his chair as he waited for the waitress to come back, he tapped his fingers against his knee in a random beat. Looking around at the majoirty of the people, he didn't see Mello on his first glance. Tipping his head back and closing his eyes, he waited; slightly tempted to get up and start walking towards the train stop. He normally had no patience to speak of, and that was stretched thin on the fact he hadn't had a cigarette in God knew how long.

Practically falling out of his chair when he heard Mello's voice, he recovered quickly, airborn chairlegs slamming down onto the pavement. Staring at him for a second, gaze lowered to the cigarettes on the table. He was, quite obviously, beside himself at the fact of what Mello had brought him.

Matt fought the urge to launch himself from the chair and pounce on his best mate, opting to snag a cigarette from the carton instead. Rummaging in his vest and producing a lighter, he lit the end, taking a long drag off of it that burned his throat. He didn't care. The bitter taste of nicotine filled his mouth and Matt felt like he could die again, and that'd be just fine with him. Well, sort of.

Blowing the smoke out away from Mello, he grinned. "Thanks, kitten. I appreciate it." He gave a half-assed salute with the hand that held the cigarette before slumping back into his chair again.

Mello smirked as he dropped into the chair opposite him, spreading his legs out and sprawling comfortably, taking far more space than you'd expect such a small, slender person to manage. "I see some things don't change." Not even death could break Matt's addictions, though he didn't have any room to talk.

He looked Matt over, gaze sweeping him from head to toe and back again casually, relieved to find that he looked fine. Tired, but they'd both been tired, by the end. No blood or visible wounds, though. Mello hadn't expected any, but you never know. He was more surprised that he didn't hold a grudge about the way he kicked the bucket; Mello probably would, in his place.

The waitress brought the drinks and he grinned at the chocolate shake. Trust Matt to be too damn impatient to wait, though it was unexpected of him to have ordered him something. Matt wasn't usually that thoughtful and he wondered if something were up. "I assume I'm paying?" Not that Mello minded, but he doubted his partner/friend/whatever had figured out the currency here yet.

He offered up a rather nonchalant shrug, Matt took another drag off, blowing smoke rings up into the air above his head to keep him remotely entertained.

Not that Mello wasn't.

Flicking the ashes of the cigarette away, he arched an eyebrow, watching as Mello looked him over. Grinning around his cigarette, Matt tipped back onto the two chairlegs again, fingers of his hands laced, placed behind his head. "You know, blondie, most people generally check me out before the first date." He couldn't help it. Inhaling another bout of smoke, he dropped the chair back again, leaning over the table, watching him through tinted goggles; giving roughly the same assessment, making sure Mello was all in one piece and that everything was where it should be. When he realized it was, he went back to smoking and waiting for their drinks.

When they arrived and Mello asked, Matt smirked, flicking some more ashes off. "Unless they're taking Yen here, then yeah. That's all I've got on me. Sorry, Mello." Finishing his cigarette off as quickly as he could, he snuffed it out against the heel of his boot before flicking the remainder of it into the nearby trash bin. "If it pisses you off I'll pay you back once I get whatever it is they use here for currency." He grinned. "Or I'll just work it off, not that it should take much."

"I'd hardly call this our first." Or a date for that matter, unless there were something he was missing. "Or has your recent brush with the afterlife made you realize you're madly in love with me?" Mello smirked and drank some of the milkshake. Not too bad, though not chocolate-y enough. Somehow he found it hard to imagine Matt madly in love with anyone.

"Don't worry about it." Money was the least of his worries at the moment. Pretty easy to come by, so why stress about it? Not like he had tons to spend it on at the moment anyway.

"Built most of a real computer system last time you were here. You can finish it up if you want." Not that there was much to do with it at the moment, but it made Matt feel better to have something to work on and Mello liked it when he was out of his hair and not bugging him every five seconds because he was bored. Even he could find it hard to keep Matt occupied when there were no games to be had.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Where's your sense of humor, blondie? Did it die, too?" Sighing, he drank some of his tea -- so not enough sugar -- before grabbing the package of cigarettes again and lighting up another. Chainsmoking, one of the few things he could do in quick succession without being completley and entirely bored with it. Nudging the cup and saucer around the table, he inhaled the smoke through his mouth, exhaling out his nose. It was a simple process, and he didn't have to worry about bothering with his cigarette falling from his mouth when blowing the smoke out.

"Hmm, thanks, blondie." Tipping his chair back, he held onto the table as he found proper balance before releasing it, steadying himself in the seat. He found slight entertainment in the fact he was balancing without much effort, on top of the fact he could fall and make an ass of himself at any moment in time. Not that it would matter.

Back arched, cracking a little as he stretched. He wondered how long it had been since he moved. Last he remembered was the open-fire on him and his car, and anything after that didn't seem to exist. Not that it mattered, he was there and had Mello, so at least that was more than half of what he needed in life. Hearing Mello talk about the 'last time' he was here made Matt feel slightly awkward. He seriously hoped nothing had happened without him knowing or remembering. But the prospect of building another computer system was enough to pull his mind away from the thought. "Yeah? Hmm. Guess I have my work cut out for me for at least part of the time." He pulled another long drag from his cigarette. "The rest of which I can just bug the piss out of you."

"Right back at you." Mello had obviously been teasing, hadn't he? Like he'd ask that question seriously! Matt should know better. And he for damn sure didn't want to tell him that he'd been looking to make sure none of the injuries from his death remained! That was just too fucking depressing for words.

He watched Matt tilt his chair back again, lips quirked in a small smile, wondering if or when he'd fall over. He'd done it often enough and yet he never learned not to do it. Not that Mello was complaining; he usually laughed at him for it. At least Matt used chairs, unlike Near and his stupid disdain of furniture. Never made any damn sense to Mello; chairs had been invented for a reason and were far more comfortable than sitting on the floor. But then he'd never had much use for the toys the arrogant ass used so often either. At least Near had left, too, and he thought he was glad. Though if Matt had returned... He'd have to consider. It would be interesting if there were a pattern to these things and it would be better to be prepared.

"Especially since these," he held up the journals, "are the only raw materials we've got." Though knowing Matt, he'd like it better that way, having to make his own parts. Mello preferred not to bother, not unless he had a use for the thing once he was done with it.

"I must be a sucker for letting you stay with me," he commented, but he was grinning. He didn't mind it too much; he'd been damn lonely and bored on his own. The whole thing with Ed and the prinnies had been amusing but after that, he'd been at loose ends and hating it. Mello had always had a purpose; the lack of one left him confused. At least Matt would be a distraction. "Not much work for my secretary yet. I'll have to work on that."

Matt grinned all the while. "It's alive and kicking much like me. And sorry to say, kitten, I haven't fallen for you quite yet." Continuing the back-and-forth on the chair, he paused momentarily when he thought he might fall, only to continue the rocking once he'd regained balance. He knew that he was bound to go face first into the pavement any minute, but he didn't show any concern on the fact.

Drumming his fingers across his knees, repeating with the inhale-exhale of his cigarette, he glanced at his journal, tilting his head. He definitely needed to pull his apart and see what exactly was going on in it and what sort of technology it used. It might help in making whatever the previous him had started on the computer. Not that it would do any good having one, or so he imagined, at least from what Mello told him. At least it would keep him somewhat entertained.

No that he didn't have enough already.

Matt, personally, hated science. It was his worst subject at Wammy's (other than maths), and most of the time Matt skipped the class to save himself the effort when he knew he'd fail anyway. Despite that, he seriously wished he remembered enough to have a look over himself and find out what was where. And hoping that everything was where it should be. He felt normal enough, but being blasted full of lead and then brought back to life wasn't exactly something he ever expected to be doing. Not that he was complaining.

Stretching his arms up above his head with another grin, he shrugged, "You're not. You just can't deny my incredible charm. Besides, you know you missed me something chronic." Rocking back again, he took another drag from his cigarette before puffing a few more smoke rings into the air. "Have to make sure I have suitable legs for the skirts first, don't forget."

"You're really determined with this nickname shit, aren't you?" Mello had never been called kitten before in his life and wasn't quite sure what the hell to make of it. He'd complain more if Matt were using it in front of anyone he needed to impress and even more if he thought anyone would believe it suited him. Since it was Matt doing it, though, he didn't take it too seriously, though it still got on his nerves.

He lowered his voice, feeling ridiculous but doing it anyway. "Don't take it apart in public. They freak." Mello had yet to discover exactly whom had the residents of this place so spooked and why they feared the things they did, but it seemed wisest to keep a low profile until he had more information. Not his usual style, but after that teleporting asshole who shot at them, he was being more careful. Hadn't given up, of course, merely going about it in a more circumspect manner.

"And maybe I'm just not the kind of guy who abandons a friend in need." Though he was, unless the friend in question were one of the very few Mello actually gave a shit about. Not mention the apartment seemed empty after awhile. Mello had spent very little of his life completely alone and he didn't really care for it. The people around him didn't have to be anything special, no one he cared about, but he needed the distraction of other people to keep his mind occupied, the comfort of being social to keep him from brooding too damn much and dwelling on things he couldn't do jack shit about.

Mello grinned at Matt's final comment. "So when do I get this demonstration?" Not that he had a thing for guys in skirts, but this promised to be amusing, so he had no intention of letting it drop.

Rather smug, Matt nodded and set his chair back to be flat on the ground, putting out his cigarette before lighting another one. "Damn right I am. Suits you oh-so-well, you know." Matt certainly did have his reasons for picking 'kitten' for a nickname, but stating them to Mello seemed slightly pointless, since he knew it would piss him off regardless of what his reasons were. Although he did know well enough not to go around using it just anywhere or with anyone present.

Grabbing his journal and poking at it a little, he frowned, like a kid whose favourite toy was just broken. "But-- Why? It's just a piece of machinery." Tapping it lightly against the table and shrugging, he let it drop back down to the surface, face down. Deciding further questioning wasn't a good idea, he let the topic be, simply poking it back and forth across the table to keep his hands occupied. He was already growing bored with sitting still for so long without his video games.

After realizing he was on his third cigarette, Matt took one more out before stuffing the package into one of the pockets in his vest along with his lighter. One more to last him until they at least left the cafe. He could handle it. No problem.

Matt looked up at Mello with a start, obviously shocked. "Mello, damn. I know that. I'm just playing, arsehole. I trust you with my life, you know that." Taking a long drag off his cigarette, he sighed, scratching his forehead a little. "I'd never doubt that kind of shit, you should know that already, too."

Trying to ignore the fact he suddenly felt slightly guilty for making Mello think anything but the truth, he slumped back in his chair again. "Anytime we're not in public. Behind closed doors and all that. I know how possessive you are." He grinned; mischievous, almost. Taking another drag and blowing the smoke out from the corner of his mouth, he took another sip of tea. Scrunching his face up a little and looking as though he'd just smelled the most foul thing on the earth, he tried not to spit it out. Cigarettes and sweet tea were obviously not meant to go together.

"It doesn't." Mello was nearly finished with his milkshake, idly stirring the remains with the straw, but he wasn't looking at it. Instead he was glaring at Matt, the motions of the straw becoming more emphatic. He was nothing like a kitten! They were weak and helpless and Mello was the opposite of that, damn it! Plus it sounded girly and he was definitely not that. "Girls get called kitten, Matt. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not one."

He'd been called one often enough, growing up, and he'd hated it. Yes, he kept his hair longer than the average boy and sure, he was small and slender, but that didn't make him feminine! He'd made a practice of kicking the ass of anyone who said so until they stopped; it was part of the reason Mello had gotten into so many fights, especially when he'd first arrived at the Wammy House.

"The journals, who the hell knows? They act like they're sacred or something. Maybe they think having one makes us part of this world, like we belong here?" But they shouldn't be talking about this, not here, so Mello tried to change the subject. "There's a church, but it's outside the walls. I haven't seen it."

"Sure you still do, considering?" He couldn't blame Matt if he didn't. Getting killed was a hell of a thing to forgive. After a mistake like that, how could he trust Mello again? What if he fucked up and it turned out the same way? Of course Mello would go out of his way to prevent it from happening again, but he couldn't stop everything. That asshole who nearly shot Matt here had proved that.

He forced a smile, helped by Matt's sudden expression of disgust. "I don't care if people look. It's touching I'm picky about." Hell, let them look, if they wanted. Might be the most normal thing the people around here ever did.

"It does, actually." Having far too much fun instigating Mello, he relaxed into his chair, inhaling off his cigarette again. Stretching his arms up behind him, he arched an eyebrow, watching him as he stirred the remains of his milkshake. "Nope. You get called kitten, too. Although you definitely aren't a girl, from what I can remember." Flicking the ashes from the end of his cigarette, he watched them scatter in the air before landing on the ground.

The fact that something there was sacred and that Mello might refer to it as such, even on someone elses behalf, gave him half a mind to believe him. It was rare, definitely, for Mello to make any sort of religious reference. His eyes shot straight to the blond's chest, gaze landing on the rosary. He wasn't surprised to see he still had it. At the mention of a church, he looked up, tilting his head, "Haven't you tried to leave? Or is that not possible to do..?" He sure as hell hoped it wasn't. You could only do so much in a city before getting bored to tears.

Leaning forward against the table, Matt drummed the fingers of his free hand across it, the other moving up so he could take another drag. Most people, under the circumstances, might hate Mello for what happened. Luckily, Matt wasn't most people. "The way I see it, you didn't get me killed. I chose to follow you, help you, and I also chose to get out of my car like a dumbass. So it was all because of choices I made that got me where I ended up, why would I take that out on you?" He shrugged. "I still trust you now as much as I did then. You're my best mate. I couldn't just bail on you now, you know. Big deal, couple of bullets. Not many people get to have that happen and then end up well enough to tell the tale afterwards." As an afterthought, he wondered if he ended up with any scars; he made a mental note to check later.

Matt snorted at that, dragging a hand down over his face before yawning. "Mm. I'm sure. So what if I suddenly went 'round showing off my nice legs and some random bloke thought it a good idea to grope me? What then, blondie? Going to shoot them?" It was pretty much a rhetorical question, he had a good idea as to what the answer was.

"You have yet to name anything kittenish about me." Mello was caught between amusement and annoyance and his demeanor showed the conflict: agitated movements contrasted with a knowing smirk for his expression. "And if you've forgotten I'm not a girl, maybe I'll just have to prove it." He'd certainly enjoy the proving of it, and he was sure Matt would, too. Mello had been alone far too long with nothing but his hand and he was definitely getting tired of it. He could've tried something with a native, but the idea was repellant; they just didn't have enough personality for that, even if it were possible.

"It doesn't seem to be possible. This place is on an island, with no other land visible." Or so he'd heard. Mello had yet to go see for himself, though he meant to. Since it was supposed to be dangerous, however, he hadn't wanted to go alone. Mello might be reckless, but he recognized the need for backup at times. He wanted to leave, but not by dying!

"Yeah, whatever. Still wasn't meant to happen," Mello muttered, shifting uneasily in his seat. He hated thinking about it and yet couldn't forget, seeing Matt's car, his dead body, in his mind over and over. Even dreamt of it at times, when he wasn't dreaming of being lost in flame or of his own death. He had quite enough fuel for his nightmares to last the rest of his life, even if there wasn't supposed to be anything left of it. He wondered vaguely if Matt would and supposed he'd find out.

Mello grinned. "Maybe. Going to try and stop me?" This was safer ground, both true and untrue, teasing and not. He and Matt spent a lot of time here these days; he was comfortable with it. He'd rather make innuendo and rag on Matt than think about their untimely deaths.

Matt tilted his head, "Were you wanting me to give you a list in public so that everyone has reason to call you that?" He rolled his eyes and flicked the ashes off his cigarette again, noticing that (regrettably) it was almost finished. Taking the final drag off, he snuffed it out in his tea before tossing it; the drink tasted like shit, anyway. Giving a snort as well as a bit of a chuckle, he shook his head, running a hand through his hair, "Maybe I have forgotten. You'll have to refresh my memory just in case." He didn't mind the back-and-forth between Mello; it made him feel less edgy from being in a new place.

He hated the public in general, but the entire experience of a new city, new people, and being out around all of them put Matt on edge and made him a little irritable. Not that it was noticeable to most people; he seemed calm as ever.

"An island?" It seemed hard to believe he'd randomly landed on an island with no explanation, but seeing as though he had his best friend and was lacking the whole 'death' bit, he didn't mind so much. Although he did still want to talk to the person in charge and find out exactly why he'd been brought back. Nothing special about him, really. At least Mello was a genius at almost everything. Except maybe common sense.

Shrugging yet again, Matt tipped his chair back again, balancing it out. He realized he was going to fall sooner or later. Although hopefully it was 'later', rather than 'sooner'. Trying to keep it slightly light hearted, the red head shook his head. "If you meant for me to die, blondie, I'd be terribly offended that you didn't share the information. I'd like to make sure they put something half decent on the headstone."

Matt returned the smile, though shook his head again, "I might, you never know." Heaving a sigh, he stretched out a bit, chair faltering for a moment, Matt catching the edge of the table to keep from toppling over. Trying to brush it off as having been intentional, he cleared his throat a bit. "Besides, can't have you going 'round killing people just for touching me, kitten. It's not very nice, now is it?" He definitely liked the fact Mello could catch every bit of sarcasm Matt threw at him.

"No one here would even bother," Mello pointed out. At least none of the crowd that he saw around them would. Using embarrassing nicknames would require far too much personality. He raised an eyebrow at Matt using his beverage as an ashtray; that was new, at least in public. "Guess that means you're ready to go? You must be impatient for the demonstration." Mello gave him a seductive smile and winked before standing, digging in his pocket for a few glittering leaves for payment.

"Ready to go?" He'd finish the rest of the conversation on the way. Best the public not hear it, especially if they were discussing the way things were in Paixao.

Matt tossed his cigarette into the trash and stretched a little before standing up, debating on lighting up his other cigarette, though deciding against it. "You never know, they just might." Ignoring any thought of nicknames at Mello's next statement and the smile that followed, Matt almost fell out of his chair, although caught on the edge of the table (yet again) to steady himself. Shifting a little, scratching the back of his head, Matt cleared his throat as he watched Mello drop what he assumed to be Paixao's currency onto the table.

"Um, yeah." Getting up, he brushed his hands together. He would definitely prefer to start walking, he knew he was being fidgety. "Lead the way, blondie."

That interested, was he? That was good to know. Mello smiled to himself at Matt's discomfort, planning to exploit it later. Who could you use that kind of information on if not your friends? This promised to be fun, for the first time in awhile.

He took Matt at his word, leading him out of the cafe and onto the street, heading towards the train station. "We can stop for supplies on the way." Mello was sure Matt would want more cigarettes than that, and probably more clothes and some basic necessities, too. Damned inconvenient how people only showed up here with what they had on them.

"This place is an island," he continued, "with little history that anyone here seems to know about. You're either a native, like these very similar-looking people around, or you're like us and just show up here. Which includes the talking animals, unfortunately." As well as people with superpowers, which hardly seemed fair to regular guys like Mello and Matt. Well, as much as they passed for regular.

"And don't be an idiot; I wouldn't ask you to sacrifice yourself." Not deliberately. Mello had had enough of people working for him dying, and it was worse when it was someone he actually gave a shit about. He might be willing to die for something, but that didn't mean anyone else had to. Smirking, he reached over to grab Matt's ass, squeezing it briefly. "And it would be such a waste."

Matt hadn't intentionally almost-fallen, but the fact he hadn't exactly had Mello look like that at him in quite a while was kind of hard to ignore. Especially after their conversation over the journals.

Following Mello away from the cafe, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his vest, glancing up at the sky and watching for a moment before looking over at Mello. Supplies was definitely a good idea. He would, at the very least, have smoked half a pack of cigarettes by the time they got to wherever Mello was staying, he was sure. He couldn't help it. A stressful situation on top of everything that had already happened? He was bound to be a little irritable, although it definitely helped to have his nicotine fix.

He did his best to listen to Mello's explanation, but the fact that he wasn't retaining most of what he told him about the city didn't seem to phase him. He was more focused on thinking about what exactly he would need so as not to drag Mello out again after they were done. Matt liked spending as little time as possible outside where ever he was staying; it was just how he was. "Hmm." A sort of grunt that he'd been listening to what Mello was telling him.

"Don't worry, I know that. Was just being an arse." Matt knew full well that Mello would never ask him to do something like that. Although Matt also knew that even if he did, he still wouldn't say no. It wasn't that he couldn't, but he had a complete unmatched loyalty to Mello that couldn't be hindered. Even by death. Still on that track of thought, the grope caught him off guard, causing his breath to hitch, though he didn't stop walking. Staring at Mello from the corner of his eye, he grumbled a little. "At least warn a guy, damn, mate."

"What fun would that be?" Mello smirked at Matt, amused. Far better to catch him off guard and see his reaction that merely what Matt wanted him to see. Not that he didn't know him fairly well, but everyone changed and they hadn't had that much time to get reacquainted. Of course he wouldn't be surprised if Matt retaliated, but he didn't mind that either. "How are you going to stop me from shooting people for touching you if you're so easily surprised?" Not that he thought Matt would really try and stop him and of course he'd warn before shooting. Usually.

Mello tried to stay focused. "We'll take the train to some shops and walk from there to the apartment. Crappy, but best we can do for transport." If he let himself get too distracted, he could wind up doing a lot more than just groping him and he should probably wait on that. Matt had just gotten here; he probably didn't want his introduction to a new city being molested by his best friend in an alleyway. Even if said friend had been alone, frustrated, and bored out of his mind for far too long.

"None at all, I imagine." Matt rolled his eyes. He never changed. Not that he was complaining; he definitely fancied Mello just as he was. Taking the cigarette from behind his ear, trying to act as calm as possible, he fished his lighter from his pocket and lit up. Making sure to blow the smoke above his head or to the side to keep out of Mello's face, he looked at him again; in all honesty, he had missed him. He couldn't remember what happened between dying and ending up in Paixao, but it had felt like ages since he last saw the blond. "Hnn. Well I just hadn't expected you to grab my arse in the middle of the street, Mello." He smirked. "Not that I'm complaining."

Doing his best to stay focused on what they had planned on doing, Matt couldn't help but smoke a little faster than he had at the cafe. The grope had been a surprise, definitely, but now that Mello had touched him, Matt was having a hard time even trying to keep his hands to himself. Although he had a feeling Mello wouldn't appreciate Matt snogging him up against a wall in the middle of the city just because he felt the need to touch him. Instead, he mirrored Mello's action, giving a none-too-subtle grope to his ass.

"Extended period of boredom," Mello replied, grinning around a mouthful of chocolate. "Clearly made me a bit batty. And I always did have poor impulse control." Which was a nicer way of saying what he'd been told his whole life, by any adult who had charge of him as a kid and by those who interacted with him much when he was on his own. Mello was perfectly capable of making and following a plan when it came to business and really important things, but he could go off half-cocked and do any number of reckless things as well. He eyed Matt over his chocolate bar again. "Maybe I'm just glad to see you."

And touch him, but that was obvious, even if there hadn't been much of it so far. Mello was a very physical person; he liked touching and being touched, as long as there was no threat involved. He nearly choked on his chocolate when Matt grabbed him, though, even if he'd been half expecting it. "Don't waste any time, either," he commented, as soon as he had caught his breath. That was always interesting and one of the nice things about Matt: he didn't fool around about that kind of shit either, no stupid games of pretending he didn't want sex when any idiot knew he did.

Mello stopped where he was, not caring that other pedestrians had to detour around him, and looked Matt over again, nice and slow, taking his time about it now that he could see him better than across a table. "Want to skip the shopping trip for now?" Not that he minded if Matt wanted to keep going with it, but if they were both as impatient as all that, it might be better to go home now. They could go out again any time, after all. There was no rush.

Using his hand that hadn't been groping Mello, he grabbed his lighter again and flicked it on and off. He needed something to occupy his hands before they started to drift to places that were definitely inappropriate for being in public area's. Grinning a little, he shook his head, "I'd die if I got bored. Not too sure how I survived all those years without you. Definitely the most interesting person I know. And besides, you wouldn't be you if you weren't at least a little batshit." Half tempted to steal a bite from the blond's chocolate bar, he decided that wasn't the best idea. "Hmm. Maybe you are."

Matt shrugged, putting his lighter away and taking another drag off his cigarette. Oddly amused, it seemed, for all the smiling he was doing. "Why waste time when we both already know what the other is thinking?" It seemed kind of pointless to Matt to take the piss when he already had a fair idea of what Mello was thinking. Sure, it was fun sometimes, but if Mello had been alone for months, Matt could only imagine what was going through his head as they walked down the street.

Stopping a few steps ahead of Mello, he turned back to face him, canting his head to the side and watching him; confused. Finishing his cigarette fairly quickly, he tossed it into a trash bin nearby, considering Mello's offer. He didn't need cigarettes if he was careful on how many he smoked from then on, and other than that he had no reason to be out. Shuffling back over to stand directly in front of Mello, blatantly invading his personal space, he grinned. "Mm. Yeah. Let's skip it. The stores aren't going anywhere."

"You'll hate it here, then." There weren't many of Matt's usual pursuits around; he'd heard plenty of bitching about it before. Mello would have to work to keep him busy or he'd drive them both nuts. Not that Mello wasn't damn bored as well.

He caught Matt eyeing his chocolate and glared. Unlike the prinnies, Matt knew better than that. Mello was glad to see him, but that didn't mean he was going to share his chocolate! That was a privilege he'd have to earn, if he got it at all.

Groping him, on the other hand, was something Mello didn't mind at all, especially when it was Matt doing it. "No reason to," he agreed. "I like that about you." Mello was hardly likely to seek out reticence in a best friend. Matt had always been up for almost anything and that was the way he preferred it. It was hardly a secret.

Mello looked at Matt, standing far too close to be accidental, and grinned. Even without the months Mello had spent alone, he was obviously nearly as eager. But dying could do that to you, so it wasn't much of a surprise. Nothing like a taste of death to make you want to prove you were alive. Speaking of a taste... Mello took a step closer, narrowing the distance even further, and reached for Matt, pulling him close and kissing him. So what if people stared? He wouldn't have cared even if the people were real and he cared even less here.

He shrugged again. "Not necessarily. You're here, after all." And that was what actually mattered, in Matt's opinion. Mello was interesting enough to keep Matt entertained for hours compared to fifteen minutes of a hack job or a video game. He preferred it that way. Mello was reckless, and he never did the same thing twice. It was no wonder Matt's attention was so easily stolen by the blond.

Smirk curled upon his lips. "Yeah. I know." He was just a little cocky, although it was rare enough for it to happen that it was generally uncaught by most people. He wouldn't put it past Mello to catch it immediately, though. He left most of the self-indulgent cockiness to Mello. It seemed to suit him better. Matt, on the other hand, was more than happy to sit back and blend in with the scenery. He preferred it that way.

The kiss wasn't a surprise. Matt knew if he had gotten close enough Mello would react; he was just glad that it hadn't been a smack upside the head. There had been a fifty/fifty chance of it happening. Matt definitely preferred the kiss as an outcome. Responding almost immediately, hands fell to grab narrow hips, returning the kiss all too happily. He'd missed the contact; touching someone else was nothing, but being able to get close enough to Mello to touch him was something that nothing could compare to. He grinned against the blond's mouth. The kiss was sweet, definitely something iconical to Mello. Matt could kiss a hundred people and always be able to know which one was his best friend.

"I have plenty of ideas to keep us busy," Mello admitted. Not that that should surprise anyone. If there was nothing constructive to do, at least he never lacked ways to get into trouble. Paixao was missing far too many things he valued, but he'd yet to find a place that could stifle that urge and quell his addiction to the adrenaline rush of danger. This one was no different.

Mello was perfectly aware that Matt had an ego nearly as big as his own, if focused differently and not as obvious. He didn't mind; someone who didn't was likely to get run over by him without him even meaning to do it. He knew his personality tended to overwhelm people; he just didn't care enough to try and prevent it from happening. That would take far too much effort, assuming he were capable of it at all.

"If you're good enough, maybe I'll do your shopping for you," Mello whispered, lips curved in a smirk, before he kissed him again. Nothing wrong with a little incentive, was there? He knew Matt hated going out; of course he took shameless advantage of that knowledge. Assuming they even made it home first, which was beginning to be more doubtful than he had expected.

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