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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.

[Thank you for not prying, because he doesn't think he can explain the Other even if he wanted to.]

It's why my powers aren't the same as yours. Being stronger, faster... that was always me, but... some of it's new.

And so neither of us are like Other Me.

Hey, look at that. We've got something in common. [He puts a hand on Kaine's shoulder and tries to look very, very emotional. Overly so.] We're... connecting.

[He can tell you're just doing this to mess with him, so it's pissing him off.] Parker, if you don't get your hand off me in ten seconds I'll show you just how different we are.

[He still smiles even as he's warned, but he obeys and removes his hand. Both hands go right back to fiddling with the Scarlet Spider mask, his eyes falling on it as well.]

I just realized that I don't know what your last name is. Do you have one?

It's... it's just Kaine.

[Other You added Parker to his gravestone, though...]

[Peter nods, turning the mask over in his hands. He's going to mentally acknowledge Kaine as a Parker as well, since technically they are blood related.]

Like Madonna?

What use do I have for a last name? I'm no one's son. [Hell, he doesn't even remember how he came by the name Kaine.]

I dunno. It's just... a thing. I was just curious if you made one for yourself.

I saw no need.

...Ben did, though. Reilly.

It might come in useful for... [He shrugs slightly, trying to figure out himself why a person needs a last name. Job applications? Citizenship? No...] I dunno, getting married or something?

Ben Reilly... [Peter's brow furrows slightly. That does sound sort of familiar somehow. He can't quite place it, though.] That has a nice ring to it...

I'm not the marrying type.

I take it May's maiden name isn't Reilly where you're from?

[That just makes him chuckle a little.]

Oh yeah, that must be it. [He laughs again, at himself this time, for letting that slip his mind. He never even thinks about Aunt May's life before she got married. The stories he's heard are just too much to even imagine.]

[Kids these days...]

You honestly don't know?

Don't know what? That Aunt May's last name is Reilly?

Yes.

No, I know that, but-- [He makes a face, nose wrinkling.] Whenever I think of Aunt May before she became Aunt May, it's just... It's weird. She used to talk about how she like, went to concerts and proposed to Jimi Hendrix and ran away from home to San Francisco and it's just... It's weird. May Reilly's just like, a whole other person.

[She did what?]

You know she had sex too, right?

And I try very hard everyday not to remember that.

Where I'm from, she frequently has sex with J. Jonah Jameson's father. [He's a cruel, cruel man.]

SHE WHA--

[Peter slaps his hands over his face. Oh, God. Oh, God. THE MENTAL IMAGE. IT BURNS.]

I did not need to know that. I did not need to know that.

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[Ah, that's better.]

I don't need to know most things you tell me, so I guess that makes us even.

I think we need a safe word for our overshares.

[...You shouldn't be using the words "safe word" so quickly after someone was mentioning sex.]

Why, so you can make yourself feel better? We both know you wouldn't stop.

[...But that's why he used it. See what he did there? Because it's- you know. Yeah. Shhhhh.]

I could learn not to while I'm still in my impressionable teenage years.

[A beat.] Unless I get nervous again. ...Huh. Maybe it is hopeless.

[...So you purposefully tried to imply...]

I hate you.

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