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[unobtainableredemption]

[Kaine had been trying to wait until Peter or someone got the consoles fixed, but that didn’t seem like it was coming any time soon, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. Taking a page from some of the others, he holds up a piece of paper with the same message written in four languages: English, French, Spanish, and Japanese. His handwriting is sloppy, but he was trying his best to make it legible in every language. The only thing betraying his true feelings on the news he’s delivering is the way he tightly clutches the paper. ]

May Parker and Miles Morales have gone home.

[He holds it up for about a minute, before holding up a new page.]

Anyone with business with either one of them can take it up with me.

[He pauses for another minute, then holds up a third piece of paper.]

What’s a more secure way to talk to people?

[Another minute, then a fourth piece of paper.]

Want to talk about the shit going on. Not stupid enough to do it here.

[He holds up one final piece of paper.]

Open to suggestions.

[He puts the last piece of paper down and turns the feed off.]

Comments

[funkindofwicked]

You don't usually go for sign language over the network either. Maybe you should have wondered whether the two things were connected first.

[unobtainableredemption]

The network's fucked up. [After a pause.] You were also the one who said you didn't want to get involved like that.

Are you coming in, or am I yelling out my window all day?

[funkindofwicked]

Yeah I kind of figured that out over the last couple of weeks. [She says it dryly.] I just wanted to make sure you were home alone before I came in through the door. You tend to have guests around.

[unobtainableredemption]

Party broke up about an hour ago.

[funkindofwicked]

Oh good. [Oh did she mention a door? When she'll just be coming through the window right now.]

Now did you seriously say you wanted to talk, because that sounds a bit too cheesy for you.

[unobtainableredemption]

[He uses the window all the time, it's not an earth shattering event. Sorry to disappoint.]

Talk? About what? My niece and Morales are gone. What's there to talk--? [Lightbulb.] Oh. That. I wasn't looking to talk about my feelings. I meant this.

[Motions to bags literally covering his kitchen island, filled with canned and other non-perishable food. Old habits die hard, okay?]

[funkindofwicked]

[Tea takes it all in and gives an impressed whistle, because really hoarding food isn't something she ever bothers to do. She doesn't need to eat enough on a regular basis for it.]

You really do know how to up that paranoia angle when you want to. So are you offering to share or hoping to add more to your stash?

[unobtainableredemption]

I just remember what it's like to be tight with money, okay? I was hedging my bets... and I was buying for four.

Do I look like I can eat all that?

[funkindofwicked]

Honestly, I've never bothered to pay that much attention to your eating habits. Some superhumans would eat an entire buffet to the last biscuit if you let them.

[She moves over to the bags and peek through them quickly.] Not bad considering how weird half the food around here is. You've got your own little food drive right here. You could sell this stuff to people for quite a bit of money right now, you know.