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[alienation]

Ah yes, my true motive is wanting you close by. You've found me out.

[ :) ]

[markofkaine]

Devious.

[NOW we can smooch.]

[alienation]

[ NOW WE CAN SMOOCH AGAIN.

Kaine's rough face has never been more kissable actually. ]

[markofkaine]

[His lips, so scarred and chapped! His skin, so rough and stubbly! His teeth, so blunt!

TRULY THE IDEAL MAN]

[alienation]

[ one of those things is not like the others. ]

... yes, it's far better like this.

[markofkaine]

Agreed.

We done here?

[alienation]

[ Scoops the last of his breakfast into his mouth and smiles at him. ]

We are. Thank you, again, for breakfast.

[markofkaine]

Anytime.

[Kaine takes a deep breath before getting off his stool - still holding Lotor's hand.]

Time for science.

[alienation]

You'll be in the best of hands.

[ Hand, literal, as he follows him up. ]

[markofkaine]

[thank god everyone's asleep and can't see this gay shit]

Hm. Don't like how ominous that sentence sounded.

[alienation]

[ one day someone will catch them holding hands. one day.

Anyway. :^) ]

Where are we off to?

[markofkaine]

First the box. That's the biggest question in the air right now.

[at least to him. Can I Become Peter???]

[alienation]

That it is.

[ OK he's following along with it.

... it'd be so nice if it WAS doable. Surely they are perfectly identical boys?? ]

[markofkaine]

[walka walka back over to the motel

Kaine wastes no time in scribbling something and slipping it into the suggestion box. What it spits out is a thick, leather-bound ring binder. Y'know, from back when people still had physical photo albums.

Front and center are photos of a beautiful couple on their very special day]

[alienation]

[ ... oh... ]

This looks like... a ceremony? A wedding, if I am to hazard a guess?

[markofkaine]

...Yeah.

This was his wedding.

[There's a choked quality to Kaine's voice, and he hesitates. Staring at how happy everyone is... Peter, clean cut and handsome. MJ, dazzling in designer lace. Aunt May is there too, it's-- it's been so long since I've seen her he thinks, before correcting himself. They've never even met.]

...

I just, remembered seeing this in their home...

[alienation]

[ He feels... some kind of way about it. He can't even begin to imagine how it feels, or why it would feel that way, but he's concerned anyway. It's time to hover right at his side. ]

Kaine...

[markofkaine]

[He breathes out a slow breath, shaking himself out of his thoughts. Trying, at least.]

It's fine. Better a photo of him like this instead of the disaster he usually is.

[alienation]

[ Ah so Peter is the one to blame for Kaine also being a disaster. ]

Of course.

[ ... he's smiling just a little though. ]

[markofkaine]

[hey,]

Don't be cute, I'm trying to concentrate.

[alienation]

[ don't give me ammo. autocorrect tried to say a mom. ]

It surely can't be that hard to concentrate with me here like this.

[markofkaine]

It is when you have that knowing smile on your face.

[alienation]

I'm just thinking about how happy I am to have met you.

[ only a little fabricated and not at all a lie. he just already prefers his disaster. ]

1/2

[markofkaine]

[mutters something about awful, incorrigible boyfriends and stares intently at the photo.

Concentrating...

C o n c e n t r a t i n g . . .

Look at Peter. Become Peter. Become the person you were always supposed to be. The better man. Whole and real. Peter. Peter. Peter.]

[markofkaine]

[...Nothing.

because I'm too lazy to make icons right now]

☠️☠️☠️☠️.