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tushanshu2013-11-10 06:38 pm
unobtainableredemption) wrote in tushanshu2013-11-10 06:38 pm
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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.]
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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You honestly don't know?
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You know she had sex too, right?
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[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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I don't need to know most things you tell me, so I guess that makes us even.
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Why, so you can make yourself feel better? We both know you wouldn't stop.
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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.
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I hate you.
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I get that a lot.
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I know.
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I think the words have lost all meaning for me.
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I'll have to fix that. [He shrugs.] Rest of the costume--I said that already, didn't I? [It's tiring, Pete, going in circles with you all day every day.]
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Behind the couch, I know. [He gives Kaine a smile that's just shy of being completely obnoxiously cheeky.] If I try it on, will it not fit, or...?
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Unstable molecules, Parker. Remember?
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Well, yeah, I was just... 'Kay. [Well, then. Don't be alarmed if you can't find your suit someday, Kaine.]
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And good luck with a costume that has no pockets, no web shooters, and no spider tracers.]
What happened to it giving off Venom cooties?
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And good thing Peter has his web shooters? He doesn't even know what a spider tracer is.]
It still does. Which in turn gives me the willies. But I just thought I'd ask.
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...Out of curiosity. how many guys have you had go by the name Venom?
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