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NOTE: PETER HAS TWO EARPIECES! One for Spider-Man, and one for Peter. If you need to reach out to Spider-Man, you can do so here as well. Just be aware that it doesn't show Peter and Spider-Man as the same person.

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[Spider-Man hums, kicking a wayward can.]

I'm sure he would. He seems like that kinda guy.

Sometimes I just wonder if I should just be open about it... you know what I mean? Is it even gonna matter to keep Spider-Man under wraps here? [He sounds a little subdued about it, for reasons.] We'll all go back to our own worlds, and my identity would still be under wraps in mine... People're gonna figure out eventually.

It just freaks me out a little, is all.

Someone revealing my identity is what set off... a lot for me.

[jinxs]

(With one braid loose, she shakes her head to remove the tightness around the waves, before working on the other braid. Her hair is dragging on the floor, but it's fine, this is fine. Instead of worrying about that, she's watching him from the edge of her eyes. If he had asked her a few months ago, she'd tell him way way too harshly what she thinks of having a secret identity. She couldn't really understand, while Piltover hadn't seen her, well, it's not like she's someone particularly quiet about who she is.

Perhaps the daughter part, but that was also a secret poorly kept. Everyone knew.

But now, she knows why he isn't. Understands the burden, and... Well, doesn't judge him for it anymore.)

I know.

(Her hair is finally free, hooray her.)

You're asking me what I think?

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Right. 'Cus it's not the legal limit...

[Peter Parker is impossible. But at least no one is usurping him from his 'goody two shoes' title. As he awkwardly moves to sit down at the small table in the kitchen, he bites his lip.]

Ummm. About that...

[As she opens that fridge, she will find the following things:

1. An expired bottle of milk.
2. A weird concoction called 'web test 4'.
3. Turkey in a Tupperware container.
4. Two freely rolling eggs.
5. Three pretty looking slices of cheesecake that someone else clearly made because there's no way in hell Peter made them with his own cooking skills.

The good news? There is bread in the cupboard. So, like.

That's something.]

[jinxs]

(He is so consistent. At least she can always count on him for that. She's still a bit ??? at the whole age limit thing, because, well. Zaun. But alas, not her current worry as she looks at the contents of his fridge.

Feeding a Peter Parker is harder than feeding an Isha. Does she need to add Peter to her caring routine along with Silco? Holy crap.

With a sigh, she throws out the milk before setting one of the eggs, and the turkey on the counter. Fried egg with turkey, we do what we can in this house.)

I'm not great at it, but at least it won't be lousy, okay?

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[Oh! He knows his role here.

Without thinking much about it, he scoops up the dragging hair into his arms and walks behind her.]

I guess I am, yeah. Is that okay?

[jinxs]

(For a second, she's confused when her hair isn't pulled by gravity, but it soon becomes a laugh. It probably weighs nothing to him, but man, it is so much of her weight.

Okay. She can tell him what she thinks as she moves to the fire escape so they can sneak into his room.)

I get why you do it now. I didn't before, but I get it now. You're not... The only fighter here, though. Most people have a gimmick, so I don't think you being out is any more dangerous than me or anyone else being out.

Besides, people like me can sniff you out really quickly, anyway. The Firelights wear masks, and I can still sniff out Ekko from two and a fith miles away.

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[He awkwardly worms into the open chair at the table, poking his head further out of the bedspread as he watches her find out in real time that the odds are against her. This poor kitchen is sorely lacking, he can see that now that he's... like... trying to use it. Oops.]

You'll probably do way better than me.

I think I'm cursed when it comes to cooking... anything.

[jinxs]

Don't have a lot of choice. I live in a massive balloon turbine in the depths of the Sump, so getting out of there just to find food is a hassle. Besides, if Isha doesn't eat every couple of hours, she gets impossible. Six-year-olds, tsk.

(It might be underseasoned, or a bit overseasoned. Not to perfection, the turkey is a little burnt because she put it first, but it's edible. Scrambled eggs with turkey, and she drops on the bed with a fork and the plate, and just hands it to him with no grand gestures.

Just. Eat.)

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That's what I've been told before. The idea that we're all 'out'. Or, uh. Most of us.

But it's really hard to be incognito when you're not in a city of 8 million people...

[Peter Parker can blend in a lot easier in a world where his face is just one of hundreds you see in a day. Just some random guy in a crowd. Here? He might as well be living in a little homely town of 200 people. He's almost sure a ton of people have taught on even a little by now, if not have their suspicions.]

It's dumb, isn't it. It's dumb to be worried in a place like this.

... But y'know, if I come out as Spider-Man, that means the onesie guy is your friend.

[He sounds a little amused.]

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[He takes the plate, pushing around the food a bit before he finally forces himself to eat. For a metabolism like him, it's probably bad to not stuff his face. After a tick of silence, he jokes:]

... How much is the rent for a massive balloon turbine in the Sump?

Just asking, in case I can't handle the New York rent for long.

[jinxs]

Free, doy, it's me. No one comes too close.

(Hence why her only visitors are, well, Sevika and Silco.

... But she's so relieved to see him eat. Which is why she isn't going to look, she's crossing her arms very stubbornly and pointedly looking towards the art on the wall.)

... I mean, if you want, I guess, but Zaun's crimeland, remember? You wouldn't even have time to sleep.

no hallucinations we are safe

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I found out the day I really met you, remember? You're not great at keeping secrets.

(Covered in paint, from head to toe, with the yells and cries of the bourgeoisie in the background. That? That was a great day, as far as her revolutionary spirit is concerned.)

Pretty dumb, yeah.

(JINX.

... But then, oh God. Oh... No.)

... That's a problem. That's a huge problem, bigger than all the problems Etraya can hold, nope, you should —, hey, no. If Silco finds out, then he's definitely stabbing you.

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Then I would be super busy there.

[And wouldn't have to think about May, or all the people who have forgotten about him. He's not really being serious, of course; he could never leave New York City behind, not even for a place that could use the help... because NYC is his whole world. And it always needs a helping hand from. Well. A lot of things.

But still, the thought's kinda funny.]

You don't think Zaun could use a few Spider-people?

I've heard there's tons of us out there somewhere.

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[As they crawl through his bedroom window, he shrugs off his backpack and it plops to the floor.

And as he goes, he sputters, still trying to keep Jinx's hair from the floor.]

Stab me? That's a little extreme, isn't it?

I've been super nice to him and everything.

[jinxs]

(Now that they're safe, amidst the four walls of a familiar space, she turns to remove his mask, since he's a bit, uh, busy with the river of blue hair that he's holding.

She looks extremely concerned, pacing a bit, so if he's going to keep her hair in a place, well, go pacing too, Peter.)

It's not about you, dummy. It's about me, hanging out with... A vigilante Enforcer. Which, I know, I know, I knew, but oh, boy, he's going to be so mad. But then again! It's fine, why do I care, it's fine, right —

(Hold up.)

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... Zaun has... Ugh, me, kinda, for the big girl stuff. You'd have to pick sides, though, Peter. Those puppy dog eyes would not be enough to stop the trenchers vs topsiders. Mine didn't work.

(Across the river, Zaun or Piltover. That's what she's always trying to tell him, she's the horror of Piltover, but for Zaun, shit's a bit different. She's a hero, as much as she doesn't want to be one.

... To be fair, her puppy dog eyes come with grenades. Course it wouldn't.)

... Besides, if you do move to my lair, you'd have a kid stealing your webshooters and playing Spiderchild behind your back.

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Hey, but I commit crimes sometimes, too!

[He yanks off his mask, and his hair goes every which direction like its a creature of its own now.]

... Trespassing, mostly.

[So yeah, vigilante enforcer isn't too crazy a comparison.]

[jinxs]

Peter, that doesn't count! We'd be in a shooting competition if we were in Zaun, and you know it. Also, trespassing is a made-up crime, real criminals bomb the government!

(It very much isn't, but she's very much trying not to think about the freak out she just had, and then she has to fight the urge to mess his hair up even further. Oh, boy, the pacing intensifies.)

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... Don't give me any ideas for a Spiderkid sidekick.

[It's a much better think to imagine than revisiting why he's depressed today.

Little does anyone know, the loss will probably persist for both of them.

With a soft sigh, he takes a bite of his meal.]

Sometimes I worry I don't really do enough to justify the pain it causes. Days like this, can't help but wonder if maybe Jameson's right about Spider-Man being some kind of plague on the city. But then... May always had my back. Told me that I was doing good things — helping people who didn't always have someone there.

[With great power, huh?]

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(Okay. She doesn't know how to help, and it's killing her, because she's kind of there, too. Not in the same wavelength, because she gives very little thought about who might be hurting if not her and hers, but.

Public figure-ing is hard. Too many voices, too many opinions, too little on what one wants to do, and why they should do it or otherwise.

Error 404, a little, and maybe she should remember sometimes that metal is cold because she is holding his face for a moment to look straight at him with both her hands on his cheeks. Listen.)

Who cares about what Jameson whoever thinks?! You're doing stuff for a reason. It's what you think.

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[That response is deeply concerning, per usual. He's at least learned to expect it.

As he watches her pace, his expression shifts into something a bit like a deer in the headlights.]

Uh.

Are you — crashing out right now?

[jinxs]

Shut up, I'm thinking.

(... Yes, clearly, she's Distressed, as it shows by the fact she hasn't stopped. She might as be tangling him in all her hair.

... The realization of why she cares for it hits her like a ton of bricks, because of course. Course she has to like someone on the opposite moral scale. Of course. Man, Silco's going to kill her.

Her permit to do whatever she wants does not cover crushing on the enemy.

Shit. Yep, she's officially freaking out.)

... Gotta go.

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[Oh, that metal finger is cold! 😞

But her usual kind of conviction does help. He smiles slightly, and while Jameson's words still rattle around in his head, he can't help but feel a little more comforted by where he stands. Spider-Man can't be a mistake; MJ had thought so, and May too. With a wistful chuckle, he shakes his head.]

... You sound a lot like MJ. She was always rolling her eyes at his channel.

She never takes crap from anyone.

[jinxs]

So take it from us and don't take crap from no one. Or, you know, point me in a general direction.

(She's unfortunately not joking, as he probably knows, no matter how ludicrous that may sound and how light her words are.

With a sigh, Jinx brings her knees to her chest, chin rested in the middle as she stares at him for a second.)

You're not a mistake, okay? Even here, if it weren't for you, I'd have lost it, and you know what happens when I do. So, pat yourself on the back, hero-boy.

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[Oh jeez. It's definitely a crash-out. He spins a few times to keep himself from being webbed like an actual spider in her hair, panicking internally for a quick reaction.]

Wait, wait, Jinx. Hang on a sec, huh?

Is there anything I can do to help? You can't go without at least getting your hair back up; it's gonna get all tangled up, and it'll be hard to brush, and you'll get it stuck on branches...