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[alienation]

[ He's pausing with the first spoonful in his mouth, another compliment on his tongue.

Studying him. His own face. Casually, but also intently. Making sure it's him behind that face first before offering: ]

You've decided to make an attempt.

[markofkaine]

Well, seeing how my idea failed so spectacularly, I might as well try one of yours. I had the tokens.

[alienation]

[ Leans onto a hand. ]

And how does it feel?

[markofkaine]

Weird? The ache's gone, but I don't recognize myself. I feel fake.

[alienation]

[ Hmmm. He takes another bite, thinking. ]

A sense of identity is important for anyone, and I imagine it's tenuous with you at times already.

[markofkaine]

Really thought I'd enjoy being pretty more than this.

[alienation]

[ Kaine. ]

What exactly were you expecting?

[markofkaine]

Well Spider-cide always seemed like he was living it up.

[alienation]

Spider-cide. You'll have to explain.

[markofkaine]

The most unhinged of my father's sons.

I may have been cloned from Peter's DNA, but Spider-cide was cloned from my DNA. His molecular structure is so unstable, he can shapeshift - change density, even turn to liquid.

[alienation]

[ the clones have clones. of course they do. ]

And what did he do with his new faces?

[markofkaine]

Mass murder, usually.

[alienation]

[ Well. Kaine's got a face capable of that then. No problem. ]

I was going to offer that you've only had my face for mere ticks, and that of course you'd be underwhelmed just by sitting around in it, but perhaps we should not take inspiration on what to do next from your clone.

[markofkaine]

[sipsss coffee]

I'm open to ideas. Ideally, nowhere with too many mirrors.

[alienation]

It's too bad that I'm already charmed by you.

[ Waves his spoon. Because of this, not because he thinks his own face is hot. ]

[markofkaine]

So... you like it?

[alienation]

It's amazing that even though I'm well versed in my own face, I can see you behind it in the little things. [ The coffee. ] It makes it far less strange.

[ At least for now. He's also trying to be sensitive here.

He's holding out his free hand towards Kaine's (Lotor's). ]

[markofkaine]

[You know, that strangely does make him feel a little better. Knowing he still comes through as himself.]

I'll be sure to look extra cranky. As a personal touch.

[...Takes hand]

[alienation]

[ Threading his fingers through what feels like his own hand, at least, doesn't feel too weird. ]

Your choice of words is also key.

Thank you for breakfast, by the way.

[markofkaine]

[He is extra ginger with these claws... Not that he's never had claws, but he's especially aware of them right now.]

Not too sweet?

[alienation]

It's perfect.

[ He's spooning up more and then holding it out to Kaine, a horribly evil thought in mind.

It'd be cuter if it was his normal face but this'll do. ]

[markofkaine]

What are you doing.

[alienation]

What do you suppose I am doing?

[markofkaine]

I already ate.

[alienation]

You won't humour me even a little?