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[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]

☠️☠️☠️☠️.

[alienation]

[ His life is so hard.

He lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. ]

How disappointing... but don't discount it entirely, not until you try to buy a second ability.

[markofkaine]

[Kaine looks visibly disappointed. Once again, he failed to be Peter.]

...I guess.

[alienation]

[ Carefully taps the album. ]

Keep this with you. We'll try again in a few days.

[ Don't stab it. Brood over it if you must. ]

[markofkaine]

What's the point of trying at all until I get more powers?

[ :((( ]

[alienation]

In case it's something akin to a muscle that needs training before you see results. Either way, it won't be too long until you can request another power.

[ MIGHT AS WELL? He's just used to considering a billion different tests on these creatures by now. ]

[markofkaine]

[grumble grumble]

I hate it when you're all reasonable.

[alienation]

[ I CAN'T HELP MY GET SHIT DONE BRAIN.

IF I COULD I WOULDN'T BE EVIL.]

Would you prefer my despair...?

[markofkaine]

No, it just means you're probably right. As usual.

[alienation]

[ well. yes. thank you for noticing.

can he have his hand back. what about an elbow. ]

That was simply test one, out of three.

[ plenty more opportunity for Lotor to continue being right.]

[markofkaine]

[yeah you can have your hand. kaine closes the book with a sigh.]

What should we do now, then?

[alienation]

Well, the thought was to see whether you could sleep in form... but the night is still a touch young.

[markofkaine]

And I just had coffee.

[thanks disgusting bean juice]