ic contact;

[orangehoodie]

VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION | ETC.

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[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.]

[orangehoodie]

I'm really meeting someone from the alternate life.

[He covers his face. His voice gets muffled.] This is really happening.

[pheromonecoffee]

If it helps, there are way weirder ways for me to tell you.

My neighbor sat on the couch where I was sleeping staring at me until I woke up to make sure. He's eleven.

[orangehoodie]

...

... Why was your neighbor in your house?

[pheromonecoffee]

I was in his. Babysitting on a late night.

[orangehoodie]

... That's really creepy. That's really, really weird.

[pheromonecoffee]

Yeah, there were better ways to do that.