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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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There's only one way to get them to stop what they're doing, and that's to keep them from doing it again.

... By killing them.

[And then a little piece of Norman Osborn's crazy made the tiniest bit of sense.]

...I was going with breaking their hands. Or legs. Or whatever else to physically stop them.

[...But yes, killing them was the most efficient way. He just knew Peter was fundamentally against it, and didn't feel like starting an argument right now.]

[He went quiet for a second, dropping his hands from his face to his lap and staring at them. Not because he thought Kaine was wrong (he did, but that was beside the point), but more because he was suddenly unsure of whether or not he'd actually killed Osborn in the end.]

I think broken legs take longer to heal than hands or arms.

[Frowns slightly when Peter stares at his lap. Shit, what did he say wrong?]

...Peter?

[His head snaps back up at the call of his name.]

Yeah?

[Shit. Now that he had Peter's attention, he wasn't exactly sure what to do next. Okay, he knew he should ask what was wrong, but he wasn't sure exactly how he could be of any help. It wasn't like he was one to talk much about feelings.]

...Something wrong?

Oh, uh... No. It's nothing.

[He pushes a hand through his hair and lets out a deep breath.] Just-- thinking about stuff back home, that's all.

[...Does that mean he should push the subject or just let it go?] Oh.

... [Yeah he has nothing.]

[Somewhere in the back of his mind, Peter wonders if the fact that Kaine dropped this subject means that he should drop all those sensitive subjects in return.

… Nah.]

Um- Thanks for asking, though? If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you were actually starting to care.

[Jerk.]

Careful, that kind of thinking can be dangerous. [That... might have been a joke?]

[Shhhh. He loves you.]

But I like danger.

[Kaine goes to open his mouth to state the obvious about Peter and danger, but closes it when he remembers he's learned more or less to not be totally tactless. It wasn't as if this kid didn't have enough on his mind.]

No, you like swinging around in red and blue tights.

...Speaking of, what are you going to do with that thing? I don't think that can be sewn back together. [Thank you, Other Parker, for making his costume self-healing.]

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[He has to wonder (for maybe at least half a second) what Kaine had been about to say there, but... he'll let it go. After all, he's just been asked a very important question.]

... I... don't know yet. [Without MJ to sew it back together, he's seriously at a loss.] I could maybe, I dunno, find a tailor?

And expose your identity to some random person? My Parker would rather chew his own arm off.

I could drop it off while wearing my mask. That part's mostly in one piece.

[He's mostly joking... But Kaine's right. Peter would be kicking himself so hard if things came to that.]

I'm new to this, but that sounds like a terrible idea.

[Picks up his mask, which he had left just laying on the ground, pulls a knife out of the drawer, and slices holes into it.] Perhaps you can spend your downtime figuring out how other you managed to do this. [Puts the mask over his head and the fabric starts knitting itself back together.]

It's only semi-terrible.

[And then every ounce of attention is on the way that mask fixes itself. In an instant, Peter's right next to Kaine, staring wide-eyed at the mask.]

Whoa... I'm... I'm gonna take a wild guess and figure Other Me probably had cooler tech to work with than I do.

No, it's completely terrible.

[Pulls the mask off, cuts it again and gives it to Peter.] Just tell it to fix itself in your head.

The perks of working at Horizon labs, I'm guessing. All of their shit was DNA encoded, so I can only imagine what they got in there.

Semi. [You pronounced it wrong. And that's all he has to say about that.

Anyway. Now he has a mask to examine from all sides, not about to pull it on just yet. He's more preoccupied with rubbing the material between his fingers, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.]

DNA encoded research... Cool. What's... I've never seen material like this before...

Not the research, where they store it. [Which is why he was ever in Horizon labs at all.] The rooms and the lockers.

I've told you, I'm not like my brothers, I've got nothing of value to contribute here...

[Peter half-smiles at that, though his eyes are still science-clouded.] That's still cool...

You've got value. You're contributing. [Which he emphasizes by blindly reaching out with one hand to pat Kaine on the shoulder, since his eyes are locked on the mask.]

[Sidesteps the hand.] That's the extent of my contribution.

You're explaining how to use this thing. [He says as he finally pulls the mask on over his head.] That's also called contributing.

I figured it out via trial and error. Except the invisibility part--other you filled me in on that one.

It's also immune to sonics. [Which is how he wound up with that particular suit in the first place.]

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