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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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[jinxs]

Do spiders?

(She's got a point. A great point, even.

One of the greatest thing about Peter being one, though, is that she can't really hurt him, so the kick she give him from under the blankets so he falls on the mattress is probably expected and painless.

Twig, etc.)

If it's going to make you really clicking-hells-type-of-happy. But only if.

[keepitgoing]

Do I look like I've got eight legs? Geez...!

[But yes, it's totally painless. He lets her kinda succeed in budging him, just to be nice.]

We'll save it for a special occasion.

... Maybe my birthday, or something. It's in August, so you'd better get your Shrek ears ready by then.

[jinxs]

(Okay, she's fine, she can reemerge, probably, but she's stealing all the blankets.

The shit she does for you, Parker!!!)

Fine, fine. Pretty sure I can come up with something much cooler, but if that's what you want, okay.

(He's back to his normal self at least, and she's just relieved? Seeing Peter in depression mode is horrible, even if she can completely understand why he was in it in the first place.

She still wants to work on his bombs, the blueprints are somewhere in the room, and it's kind of late now. She's got an old man to take care of, it's always the same time, every day, so she looks at the time to check — yeah, she should probably get going.)

I should dip, I got an old man with a serious case of Zaun-river-water-in-the-eye to tend to. I'll... See you later, okay?

(But, hey, all her strength goes to leaving a kiss to his cheek before she stands. Maybe it bamboozles him enough that she can leave easily, through the window, like a normal person.)

[keepitgoing]

[And bamboozle it does. Whatever stupid (likely dorky) quip he's about to offer her in return is immediately shut down faster than an airport TSA line at the sight of loose dry cell batteries. Does she even know what she did? Because Peter's still trying to figure out if it was some weird compulsion caused by a fever he clearly didn't clock.

Or — wait, does she like him?



hang on LET HIM THINK ABOUT IT - no thoughts found, error ERROR-

His mouth falls open and he stumbles over words as she starts off like a thief in the night.]

Uhh! [what????] You — yes? [what] Yeah, I'll...! [whaaaat] See you later! Beee... safe!

[SMOOTH, REAL SMOOTH.

SMOOTH-BRAINED, EVEN.]

[jinxs]

(Yeah, she's not staying for his crisis.

)