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Where am I...?

Matt glanced around nervously.  He'd never been here before, and wasn't sure of where exactly he was.  He sat up, brushing his auburn bangs from his face, and adjusted his orange-tinted goggles.

"Lesee," he muttered to himself, "I was out on my rounds, and then I suddenly passed out..."  He checked his wallet, to be sure he hadn't been

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Mello was headed out of a room in that very hall, stumbling a bit and fixing his mussed hair. He had no idea where he just came from, as all the rooms made him dizzy and screwed him up. He blinked and glanced over, smelling the familiar scent of cigarette smoke. Well, well. Another Matt.

He knew that it wasn't the current Matts he knew, he could differentiate them that well. He saw that he was alone and glanced around, approaching him.

"Hey," he nodded, "I guess you're new here, huh?"

The blonde was currently wearing his black pajama bottoms and had his hair tied back.

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Matt blinked in silent awe, his cigarette almost falling out of his mouth. He hadn't seen Mello in years and now here he was, randomly walking out of some room in some strange house!

He dashed toward him at breakneck speed and tackled him. "Mello! My God, where have you been?! I haven't seen you in ages! Was someone holding you captive here or something?!" He began to ramble with a louder tone than he'd probably used in years [save for select times playing Mario Party]. Eventually, he wore himself out, grabbing Mello's shoulders to steady himself for a moment.

"I missed you..." Matt panted out breathlessly.

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"Hey!" Mello cried out in protest, arms flailing as he was tackled, "Quit it-- chances are I'm not your Mello, so I'm sorry, but-- get off!"

He shoved the redhead away, panting in surprise and blinking. He stepped back a few and looked at him. His last run in with a Matt had been a rather depressing one so he wasn't sure about making new friends with another double of the poor redhead.

"Look, this is a mansion where there are a ton of different versions of you, from child versions to versions that are women," Mello told him, "And the same goes for me. There are tons of other Mellos here."

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Stumbling back slightly in confusion, Matt attempted to comprehend the situation. "Sooo, you're not my friend Mello...?" he asked, pouting a bit. He scolded himself internally for getting over-excited. Of course, things would never be that easy...

"Well, sorry..." Matt said, scratching the back of his head. "I haven't seen, er, my Mello for a long time, and I really miss him..." He shoved his hands in his pockets, then smiled again. "But, hey, if you're still Mello, you must still be pretty cool~" His grin widened. "Wanna be friends with me too?"

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"I-- I guess so..."

Something about THIS Matt was disturbingly familiar. So effortlessly happy, even when he was sad. So cute when he scratched the back of his stupid head. Mello tried not to stare and he quickly looked away.

"So... what sort of world are you from anyway?"

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"Great!" Matt said, his voice almost sing-song. Maybe talking to this Mello for a while would make him feel a bit better.

Blinking and glancing up at the ceiling, Matt began hesitantly, "Well, I live in New York, and I work in... 'sales'..." He took a drag from his cigarette. "And you?"

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"Funny... same here," Mello crossed his arms, "I'm from Los Angeles and I'm in 'sales', myself."

The blonde blinked.

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Noting the same emphasis on "sales" he had used himself, Matt raised an eyebrow. "I... take it we're talkin' the same language..." he said.

He wasn't sure if he was comfortable if Mello was in the sex business, even if it wasn't the Mello he knew.

"Well," his eyes travelled to the rafters again, "If you ever wanna work NYC, give me a ring. I'm pretty good at my job, even though I don't think too highly of what I do anyway..."

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"No thanks!" the blonde flared up, face turning red, "I'm planning to get out of the business as soon as I get back home."

This couldn't be his Matt. His Matt hated prostitution and the fact that Mello was a part of it.

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Matt raised his hands between them. "Hey, hey; calm down! Alright!" He grinned again. "I actually like that idea better anyway." Taking the cigarette from his mouth, he extinguished it on the bottom of his boot and stretched. "I don't like the idea of any Mello being in this biz, but I guess that didn't stop...--"

Matt stopped, a thought striking him. "H-Hey... Your Matt... When'd you last talk to him...?"

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"I talked to him... about a month before I came here," Mello said, "And I've been here for a couple months, maybe three or four. It was on the phone, though, not in person."

He raised an eyebrow.

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Blinking vacantly, Matt seemed to come upon an apiphany, but upon trying to process the information his brain froze up and went to automatic reboot.

"... MELLO!!" he half-screamed, tackling the blonde again. "Mello-Yellow-Marshmelloooow!"

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"Matt?!" Mello yelped, "You bastard, it's you!"

He wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck.

"How the hell did you get here?!"

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"I have no idea how I got here, but my God I've been looking for you everywhere!" Matt exclaimed, half-laughing in his excitement. "Los Angeles, seriously?! No wonder I could find you in any of the phonebooks!" Even though he knew it would probably earn him a punch in the gut, Matt tustled Mello's soft blonde hair cheerfully. "It's been way too long, man!"

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Mello sighed and grinned at him, refraining from knocking him in the head.

"It has been..." his brow suddenly furrowed, "Did you go into prostitution?!"

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"Uh, I-" Matt raised his hand again, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not actually... a prostitute... per say..."