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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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No? Then what is the point?

[Infuriating? Thy name is Little Brother.]

The point is no self-respecting New Yorker is going to wear this shirt, no matter where they are. [...Even if he technically hasn't considered himself a New Yorker ever. Even though he technically is.]

What?! You're crazy! I'd totally love to wear that shirt. And I'd wear it with pride.

[Goes to say "It's yours, take it," until he remembers who stuffed it in his bag.]

You're not from New York, are you?

I am, actually. Round about's Hell's Kitchen to be exact. Hatched and raised. That's not a problem, is it?

[Did that guy just say "hatched"?]

Did I say it was a problem?

Not yet.

Look, I've just never heard of a New Yorker wanting to wear this shirt, all right? [...How do you just talk to other people?]

Heh, probably explains why the shirts were so easy to come by that all the bums in Central Park had at least two.

[His voice takes on a more curt tone, though he's trying to be civil. He was homeless for a bit.] They're cheap. [And easy to swipe from a storefront, but he wasn't going to add that.]

[Which is a shame, because then he and Mike could have bonded over being dirt poor in one of the most expensive cities in the world.]

One of the few things that are in The City. Also tacky as all get out, which is why I love them so. Just...anything that screams touristy is awesome.

[Because touristy screams Human to Mike, and Mike loves people.]

[Oh Kaine was dirt poor in a lot of cities, not just New York.

Kaine picks up a snowglobe of the Statue of Liberty and stares at it. Aracely stuffed it in his bag, and it (and the shirt) remind him of her. He forgets that he still has the video on, as Mike doesn't.]

You remind me of someone I know.