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[Even though he had been shown how to use the console in his suite close to 5 times now, Kaine still finds himself fiddling with it when the feed turns on. There was a reason why, after buying him a laptop (with Kaine's money) and multiple attempts at teaching him how to use it, his friend Wally just accepted the 3 AM visits whenever Kaine needed to run a simple Google search. But the clone was desperate, and now here he is.

How desperate, you ask? Well, he's currently wearing an over-sized, tacky "I <3 NY" souvenir t-shirt and an expression that's a cross between a pout and a scowl.] Where can I buy a normal shirt? I'm down to this one and there's no way in hell I'm wearing it again. [A pause.] For the record, by "normal shirt" I mean a t-shirt or something along those lines. I'll take a jacket at this point too.

[He shifts in his seat, discomfort pouring out of him as he tugs at the hem of his comically large shirt. He hates asking for assistance, but he's been searching for something for a couple days now and keeps coming up empty.

His face turns to a scowl again when he adds:] And to the person who took my good shirt--you know who you are--I want it back. Take this one.

[He pauses after that, as there's something else he wants to say, but doesn't actually want to say it. The thought of asking it causes him to grit his teeth, and the beginning of it comes out like a growl.] I'm also looking for a job. Something like a bouncer or a bodyguard... [Glances down at something off camera.] I'm, uh, good with my hands, and not that it matters here but I'm fluent in four languages.

[With that, he's officially gone past his comfort zone and he attempts to quickly turn the damn thing off--key word being attempts. He lets out a slew of curses, and right before he finally manages to turn it off, he can be seen depositing some juulan into a large, clear container labeled "Swear Jar" already a quarter full just before the screen finally goes black.]

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Yeah, this might come as a surprise, but I have been. But I only have two shirts [He refuses to acknowledge the shirt he has on.] and I don't want to spend every damn day washing my clothes.

[And if May's going to be stealing his shirts, it's only a matter of time before two shirts becomes no shirts.]

So you're new? Or you're just anti-shirts?

Also, if you want a job, it might be good to not sound like you're going to kill whoever hires you. Just saying.

I'm new.

[Grits his teeth to keep from swearing. He's never actually held a job that wasn't "contract killer."] Any other pearls of wisdom you want to share, smartass?

Earth Sector's probably your best bet. They do most of the clothes around here.

[And . . . she grins.] Depends. Got anything else you want to say, Cuddlekins?

[Sorry, Kaine. Toph just doesn't take big, strong, grumpy men seriously.]

Do they sell shirts that aren't from around here?

[Facepalm.] Kaine. My name is Kaine.

[Yeah, no one here seems to, so join the club.]

[Toph waves a dismissive hand. She tries not to deal too much in clothes if she can help it.] Considering most of them are from around here . . . probably not. But I think there's a couple of foreigners who do commissions or something.

[The clothes seem fine to her. But then again, this is a guy who has a "good" shirt. Toph would get away with one shirt if she could.]

[She grins again, though, at his name.] I kind of like "Cuddlekins," but if you say so. I'm Toph.

[Deadpan.] You've been so helpful, Toph.

[She beams, fully chirpy over here.] You're welcome, Snuggles.

[Oh, Toph. Why.]

[Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.] Do you have anything useful to contribute or is this conversation over?

What else do you want to know?

Not like I can hire you. Pretty good at defending myself, anyway. There's a police force, though, if you like that kind of thing. My kid's in that.

[Is she already using Lin for brain-breaking purposes? Apparently she is.]

I don't know, something useful.

[Kaine almost shudders at the thought of joining a police force. It was bad enough having people call him a superhero.

...And that might have worked, if Kaine wasn't currently living with a younger version of the guy he was cloned from, and the shirt thief in question wasn't the daughter of a completely different version of the guy he was cloned from.]

I take it there's time travel shit on your end too?

[The clink of another juulan into the jar.]

[She snorts.]

You know what's useful to you, not me. I can tell you lots of stuff that's useful to me, but won't really matter to you, and then we've wasted time for both of us.

[Even though she would have liked if it did some brain breaking, she's kind of okay that it didn't, either. Buried in the sassiness, this is a subject that means something to her, and Kaine gets a flicker of something more serious, even somber.]

Yeah. This place kind of does that.

. . . What's the metal in the jar for, anyway? Guessing it's coins.

[Jesus that answer just gave him a headache.] There some kind of "Hi, I'm new and I don't know what the hell is going on" version or something?

[He catches the slight change in her demeanor at the mention of time travel shenanigans, but doesn't say anything. It wasn't his place to say anything.] ...Swear Jar. My suddenly younger then me older brother forced it on me.

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