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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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[He hasn't wanted to murder you yet, so yes by default that makes you his favorite family member.]

All the more reason you shouldn't be taking my stuff.

[And leaving him with the laundry. Yeah, he noticed that part.]

[See, you actually love her.]

Did I ever tell you my mom taught me how to sew?

[You can't complain about the laundry if she makes you clothes, right?]

[Let's not get crazy.]

So what? [Kaine can't say he follows your logic, Parker-Watson hybrid.]

[You're bracket texting with the wrong Parker.]

I can make clothes. [She made her first costume, after all, after the original one that used to belong to her Uncle Ben was burned.]

You want a non-turtle island style shirt.

Get it?

Unless you came with a sewing machine or are really patient enough to sew by hand, I'm not impressed yet.

I am patient enough to try it by hand, but it doesn't really matter because I found a place that sells them in Metal. I just have to save up to buy one.

[What about now?]

[Looks behind him at the swear jar.] Think this might help?

[That's really, really full considering how much a single juulan seems to be able to buy here.]

If it can't they have bigger problems around here than we know about.

[A decent sewing machine shouldn't cost that much.]

[The more he curses, the more the thugs of Keeliai pay the jar.]

Take what you need.

[Don't let her find that bit out.]

Really?

[She's not one to look a surprise allowance in the face, that said.]

I'll be over there in a bit.

[She might not be able to websling her way over there without wasting precious webfluid, but going rooftop to rooftop? Way faster than walking.]

[He has no plans on it.]

It'll be here. [And with that he turns it off. He finally figured out how to do it.]

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