I don't really know how it works...! When I first got bit, I just thought it was anxiety. And maybe it is, you know? some kind of weird, precognitive anxiety. I just know when things are shooting at me or sneaking up on me or about to blow me into little pieces. Usually, anyway.
[Someday he'll get the hang of not having a school bag full of Spider-Man onesies, huh? Today is not that day, as he bumbles around in said bag to start pulling his uniform on. A shoe goes flying on accident over one of the trashcans.]
Whoops!
[When he pops his head out to look at her, Spider-Man says:]
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I don't really know how it works...! When I first got bit, I just thought it was anxiety. And maybe it is, you know? some kind of weird, precognitive anxiety. I just know when things are shooting at me or sneaking up on me or about to blow me into little pieces. Usually, anyway.
[Someday he'll get the hang of not having a school bag full of Spider-Man onesies, huh? Today is not that day, as he bumbles around in said bag to start pulling his uniform on. A shoe goes flying on accident over one of the trashcans.]
Whoops!
[When he pops his head out to look at her, Spider-Man says:]
It's never good when the other shoe drops.
[ugh]