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[orangehoodie]

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[pheromonecoffee]

Same name. Same face. So we must've known each other.

[orangehoodie]

...

[His voice is really small.]

... I don't -- I don't know if I want anything to do with that.

[pheromonecoffee]

[He considers this and nods.]

You don't have to be, I don't think.

But it helps to know somebody, right?

[orangehoodie]

... What if Ken Amada was a bad guy?

I don't really want to remember anything about him.

[pheromonecoffee]

[He eyes Ken again. He understands where that worry would come from.]

If he was a bad guy then, it doesn't change who Ken Amada was.

I don't hang around with people who hit on teachers, for the record.

[orangehoodie]

... That doesn't even make sense.

[He looks absolutely uncomfortable. He feels sort of tricked even if some part of him knows Matt didn't intend it that way at all. He's alone off the network with someone from the network, and it's someone from his past self's life and his past self has his name and his face and he bites his lip and drops his head.

[pheromonecoffee]

[Matt puts his pencil down.]

Hey. Sorry I asked like that. I just hear it's dangerous to let people know.

I wanted to know if I could trust you.

[orangehoodie]

[Then that must be worse because Ken doesn't see how he could possibly be a trustworthy person once Matt got to know him.]

No, it's-- sorry. It's okay. I'm sorry.

[pheromonecoffee]

Don't be. Just don't turn me in to the cops. Deal?

[orangehoodie]

I won't. I won't tell anyone. Just... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get upset--

[pheromonecoffee]

Most people would. I did trick you, after all.

[orangehoodie]

... [He puts down his own pencil and stuffs his hands into his stupidly orange jacket's pockets, hunching his shoulders.] What else do you know?

[pheromonecoffee]

That there was no time for vending machines in our old lives. That's really it.

[orangehoodie]

... Vending machines?

[pheromonecoffee]

Vending machines. That's all I've got.

[orangehoodie]

... Vending machines and arcana?

[pheromonecoffee]

It doesn't make sense to me, either.

[orangehoodie]

... That's really all?

[pheromonecoffee]

That's it.

[orangehoodie]

...

... [He finally looks up at Matt.]

What do you think of hot sauce in coffee?

[pheromonecoffee]

... So that was you?

[orangehoodie]

Um.

... Yeah. It was me. Some guy with blue hair.

[pheromonecoffee]

... Might've been me. [He has noticed that the hair he looks through is certainly no natural color.]

[orangehoodie]

... Well. I think you do look a little like him.

[and then he blinks and looks a little freaked out again and he just squeaks] Oh my god.

[pheromonecoffee]

... What? [What did he do. Aside from hot sauce in coffee.]