Owner Pose
Kaine Parker Even clones have to eat.

Kaine Parker walks down the long extended corridor of the Chelsea Market, habitually dodging and weaving himself among a current of pedestrians. Being the weekend, a variety of individuals carry bags and inspect goods through windows, popping in and out of entryways as they get their shopping fix.

Kaine is decked out all in black his outfit semi-formal, a cloth trenchcoat protecting him from the city chill. He looks oddly similar to Peter Parker, yet his hair is much longer... and his cheek and neck are slightly disfigured. One might assume its a birthmark or an old burn scar. For him, its a constant reminder of his battle to survive. A side glance into a mirror from a clothes store draws a frown and defiant eyes from the man in his early twenties.

He continues along his way into he arrives at a grocery. Ducking inside inside, he starts gathering his supplies for the upcoming week.
Susan Sullivan     And even normal, living, human girls who are totally not vague approximations of the living forms they once had need to eat.

    Susan is doing her best not to eat out so much. Even while apartment-sitting and having no rent or bills, she's still trying to build good habits. That means cooking her own food...and food for her lovely boyfriend. As she looks through the various isles, she doesn't immediately connect her beautiful beau to his clone. She does a double-take, then begins to stare, narrowing her gaze as she realizes what it looks like she's seeing.
    "Peter?" Susan asks aloud.
Kaine Parker Kaine isn't Peter, so he doesn't respond. Instead his attention remains focused on produce. Subconsciously, he selects produce that is imperfect but perfectly flavorful. A few apples of tossed into a cloth bag. He moves on to citrus.

When he gets crowded by a larger man with a mullet, he offers a glare and a grumpy 'Do you mind?' in a definitely not Peter like fashion. Mister mullet just glares back and continues muscling in on Kaine's space. A staring match ensues between the two.

Mister Mullet doesn't seem to know what to make of Kaine. He puffs out his chest and mumbles a 'Fuck off, Kid.'.
Susan Sullivan     Lookalike was not Peter. Grumpy not-Peter, too. Still, Susan would definitely have to tell her Peter about this. She backed away and went back to shopping. An interesting circumstance, to be sure. If he wasn't such a grumpy gus, she'd maybe have gotten to know him.