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she gets up, pacing for a long while, and then finally grabs her watch
wait, she needs to drink water first. a whole bottle of water. that's what she needs to do first.
and then she grabs her watch. yeah. she's definitely ready now. hydrated, even. which is important.
she's stalling.
she focuses on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, scratched and worn, kind of like her own but a little darker, maybe. somewhere near the door, in case he's pacing, maybe. like she was. this feels like the kind of thing that makes a person pace around, waiting for. she opens a portal, walking through it fast. before she can change her mind. ]
Pete-? Oh.
[ oh, he's right there. she does tend to set up her portal in the same general area every time she comes to visit. he probably knew. figured. he's smart. god, he's so smart. and he's probably going to think less of her, after this. there's a chance. her chest kind of hurts? she needs to breathe. why didn't she bring another water bottle?
[ yes, he figured where she'd pop out. she's pretty reliable where she opens the portal, after all, has swung by his apartment enough times that he knows about what to expect.
of course, in the past times she's come to visit, it's been for a very different reason than this. a much more enjoyable one.
he's not sure what to expect. not at all. he's already been hit with the realization that uncle ben is alive, in her world. not his, not his uncle at all, he knows that, rationally. he's in an entirely different world, with different rules, a different family. matt murdock is the kingpin, tony stark makes coffee, she's got a weird symbiote suit. things are bound to be unique.
but still. it hurts.
it hurts knowing that somewhere out there, there are peter parkers who still have an uncle ben. an aunt may. more, perhaps. peter parkers that didn't fail quite so much.
and that's not the end of it. there's something else she wants to tell him. what could it be?
ordinarily, when he saw her face like this, he'd smile. beam. or just kiss her, eager and gleeful. not this time. ]
Hey.
[ the word is slightly hollow. he feels slightly hollow. ]
[ yeah, yep, that's it, that's the whole text. because she gets to the richards' tower or whatever it is in earth 65, she gets there and she probably looks like a crazy homeless person on the security cameras, but they let her in anyway, and she makes quick work of explaining that she needs her webwatch back for very important reasons, no time to explain. but she does thank him, again, for trying to duplicate it, that it means the world, yadda yadda, and then she's off, stepping through a gold hoop she forms in the middle of the room.
and tripping into peter's apartment.
ah.
she probably should have texted him a warning first? oh well. ]
Pete-! My bad, hi, sorry I didn't text!
[ no, she doesn't know if he's even here, but obviously yelping his name into the void is the easiest way to get her bearings back after portal-hopping so suddenly. and after a moment she realizes she's- still dressed like a bum, yes. not really cute. this is the look of someone who was just in bed feeling frustrated for about half an hour before bum rushing a kid to get some tech back so she could spend time with her boyfriend. not a great look.
[ there's almost a - an electricity in the air, or a tension. a tingle? he's not fully sure how to describe it, almost like the spider-sense but not, but he knows what it is. has felt it a few times, now, and almost always in his apartment, because gwen doesn't seem to worry much about intruding.
which is fine. he's honestly not bothered. he just hopes she never catches him doing anything really embarrassing.
being embarrassed is the last thing on his mind when he hears her voice, though. so, it turns out, is a shirt, because when he steps out of his bedroom into his - well, the only other room in his apartment, actually, because he's lucky to be able to afford barely more than a studio - he's only wearing a pair of pajama pants. they're spider-man pants, which seemed funny to him at the time and currently feels ridiculous, but it's hard to feel self-conscious for a change.
it's hard to feel anything but relief, in fact. ]
Hi.
[ sudden and breathless and said as he crosses the room. grabs her face. kisses her. a lot. ]
You never text. [ said against her lips, smiling. ] Doofus.
[ gwen, honestly, doesn't even take the time to repack her go-bag. that stuff can stay here, it really can, because they'll be back soon enough. maybe even tomorrow, if they really have to be. she's too focused on grabbing her web watch and getting up to the roof as quickly as possible. which apparently isn't as quickly as peter. which makes her laugh, seeing him up here waiting for her, but she's also rushing towards him, only stopping once she's just short of crashing right into him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. it's bitey and rushed from the start, breathless. she might be a little out of her mind already, and she's really, really bad at hiding it ]
Ready to go?
[ not that she's moving away from him or making an effort to set up a portal with her watch, but, it felt right to ask ]
[Really, he should have brought this up sooner. Being back home has been a whirlwind of emotion but it's been several months since they managed to find their way to Peter's Earth, and several months of healing, moving on, and living in a small New York apartment with Peter's aunt. It's been great how well she and Gwen have gotten along but his time in Gwen's world afforded them the freedom of being a couple that they can't share when surrounded by thin walls and May only right down the hall. Peter just hopes this will work smoothly. The last thing he wants is to get stuck and freak May out all over again.
He feels like a giddy teenager while waiting for Gwen to meet him, though once she's in his arms he's returning the embrace with equal amounts of rushed heat, hands finding her lower back and squeezing her close.]
Hey, yeah - totally. [Peter's grinning, excited though also a bit nervous for the travel. It's been a while since they've done this.] May knows I might be gone for a couple days. She's cool with it I think.
do you ever think about that? if we were from the same world, went to the same school? well, maybe not the same school. no way did i have the grades to get into midtown tech. but whatever, not the point
i never would've gotten up the nerve to ask you out
ah shit i'm getting hungrier for your corndogs as we speak. but yeah if i get caught idk he'll probably lock me up in a cage full of forest spirits who will eat all my hair
you really had me there for a second my spirits were like "whoa, are we about to be crushed?" i mean i was about to lay down some serious guilt tripping with a side of peer pressure
but you've given me the hope and promise of hot dogs, so it's all good we're in the clear
baby i was just kidding i did not turn myself on typing those things to you.
[ she's just being difficult while stalling for time to take some kind of picture to send him, because duh, she wants him home early ]
i want to say yes, but you know i always want to nap after filling up on noodles. it could seriously go either way.
maybe hibachi after? as a celebratory meal. for actually doing the thing.
well you could start by being a little less touchyfeely while tying all those crazy knots. i mean i know that's probably part of the ~process~ but how does anyone sit still when you're following along the ropes with those light touches that make me feel crazy?
does it? or does it only claim to be the cheesiest? there's definitely a difference. maybe their original flavor is cheesy but that doesn't mean they're claiming that it's actually cheese.
babe i'm so full of this stuff that it's almost like i can't help but defend it. i've got original flavor powder on the brain.
i wouldn't say that's the REAL question i'd say it's an IMPOSSIBLE question! a question like that demands context specific circumstances dictating why i need to make that kind of choice!!
it's starting to get difficult to come up with excuses as to why I can't work late sometimes it's tempting to tell the truth just to see the look on my boss's face
i'm sure you're probably very right and so we don't really have to test it... but like, we still could. your powers are so fucking cool. and i promise to prize ya real good, if you win.
that sentence is INSANE. you're just you spoil me so much? it's tough to get my head around sometimes.
[ As one does while casually hanging off of a roof-top water tower, one with a good view all the way down to the river where he's eyeing a boat that's been circling around for about an hour, as if waiting for someone to pull up at the dock. He's waiting too. ]
since i'm out here most nights anyway you should just let me know when you need the night off, i can double up on the patrols so when you've got a show or you need to do your homework or whatever you don't have to worry about this
[ He's purposely avoided asking invasive questions about what she does when she's not out here. Or any questions at all actually, what he does know comes from things she's mentioned off-handedly or things he's picked up on when he sees her outside of 'work.' Not that he's been following her or anything, that would be stalkerish, he just has an easy time picking her out of a crowd and this city isn't as big and chaotic as the one he's more used to. ]
or if you need help with your homework we can multitask
[ gwen's reply back is anything other than rushed, but only because she needed a second to... process this. because, okay, it's not like poe's ever been outright rude to her or anything, even counting when he first showed up here and barely said more than two words to her at a time, but this is different, specific kind of nice that she hasn't seen from him before? especially that last part. it's not just a nice offer - it's a nice offer to actually hang out with her, without the spandex. or whatever his crazy suit is made of. and she's actually been getting pretty good at the school/work/life/spidering balance - her attendance is great, assignments in on time - so she just
needs a moment. ]
oh... thank you. really, that means a lot. but you don't need to do that. you don't need to go out of your way to do that, at least. i already know the city's in good hands whenever i have a gig, or when i'm in pete's world for classes. but i wouldn't be able to ignore my spider-sense, even if i wanted to. or even if the band's playing at make-your-ears-bleed volume. i'd be out there joining the fight with you in no time.
but i might take you up on that homework offer. i like biology, and i like chemistry, but biochem is a match made in hell, i think.
you're a super, you're mysterious, they'll definitely try to track you down. although they'll probably offer a follow-for-follow on all their socials, before trying to kill you.
take shit from them? no, no way. but i can't promise i won't end up taking at least a couple hits. they're REALLY good at that part of the whole nemesis gig.
[ oh okay so she will not be mentioning that they managed to run her out of her own universe for several months already, nope. no need for him to know that. ]
johnny can light himself on fire. and throw fire. and fly. at the same time. susan can fly too, but she mainly does scary magic. has scary magic? is scary magical? or she's a mutant. maybe. she didn't exactly sit down and explain it all to me. but whatever, she can turn invisible and make forcefields and move things with her mind.
[ Yeah, see, he's only known Gwen for a relatively short time but he tends to think he's gotten her number - metaphorically speaking, not just literally - so maybe her confident texts aren't as convincing as they could have been. ]
cool
[ She'll just have to imagine the deadpan expression and tone. But sarcasm aside it's good to have a general idea of what to expect if he runs into them. He's got better shit to do than to screw around with the superhero version of the Kardashians or whatever the fuck these two think they are, but if they start something he'll finish it. ]
so what's their deal anyway? i mean what do they want
you're not going through my wiskey right now noooo i'm not i'm not i'm not iimdrinking with the band, marc!! we didnt steal your booze we bought it at the bar didn't buy all of it tho ghost-spider gets free drinkies
sounds like you're having a good time so you haven't been back to the apartment to go through my stash yet i get it you got a line of groupies buying you drinks there still?
for webbombs;
[ it takes her a while to get up the nerve to open up that now familiar portal. really, longer than it should. it's not even like she's trying to go over how she should bring any of this up, she's just- sitting. fussing. fussing with the hole in her jeans, which is actually stupid because it only makes it worse, the denim frayed right over her knee. why does she always do that? the number of jeans she's ruined just from picking that them could fill a small department store. ugh. who cares? why is she thinking about that?
she gets up, pacing for a long while, and then finally grabs her watch
wait, she needs to drink water first. a whole bottle of water. that's what she needs to do first.
and then she grabs her watch. yeah. she's definitely ready now. hydrated, even. which is important.
she's stalling.
she focuses on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, scratched and worn, kind of like her own but a little darker, maybe. somewhere near the door, in case he's pacing, maybe. like she was. this feels like the kind of thing that makes a person pace around, waiting for. she opens a portal, walking through it fast. before she can change her mind. ]
Pete-? Oh.
[ oh, he's right there. she does tend to set up her portal in the same general area every time she comes to visit. he probably knew. figured. he's smart. god, he's so smart. and he's probably going to think less of her, after this. there's a chance. her chest kind of hurts? she needs to breathe. why didn't she bring another water bottle?
gwen, say something. ]
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of course, in the past times she's come to visit, it's been for a very different reason than this. a much more enjoyable one.
he's not sure what to expect. not at all. he's already been hit with the realization that uncle ben is alive, in her world. not his, not his uncle at all, he knows that, rationally. he's in an entirely different world, with different rules, a different family. matt murdock is the kingpin, tony stark makes coffee, she's got a weird symbiote suit. things are bound to be unique.
but still. it hurts.
it hurts knowing that somewhere out there, there are peter parkers who still have an uncle ben. an aunt may. more, perhaps. peter parkers that didn't fail quite so much.
and that's not the end of it. there's something else she wants to tell him. what could it be?
ordinarily, when he saw her face like this, he'd smile. beam. or just kiss her, eager and gleeful. not this time. ]
Hey.
[ the word is slightly hollow. he feels slightly hollow. ]
So.
[ and it hangs in the air. waiting. ]
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they really wouldn't
but like
honestly the bras are gonna be a challenge too
and there's a very good chance you'll stretch out my bralette
that's okay though
i will never crush your bra-related dreams
you're going to look good and i, as previously stated, will be so mad about it
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you're kinda tiny
it's not a dream!
this isn't a kink or anything
I mean
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just something guys are curious about
I'm probably going to look like an idiot
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for webbs;
you text with your tongue??
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can text now tho
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i'm torn between cinnamon toast crunch
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sorry, cap'n crunch.
altho i could always just get both??
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for webbombs;
yeahyeah
got it
i'm
[ yeah, yep, that's it, that's the whole text. because she gets to the richards' tower or whatever it is in earth 65, she gets there and she probably looks like a crazy homeless person on the security cameras, but they let her in anyway, and she makes quick work of explaining that she needs her webwatch back for very important reasons, no time to explain. but she does thank him, again, for trying to duplicate it, that it means the world, yadda yadda, and then she's off, stepping through a gold hoop she forms in the middle of the room.
and tripping into peter's apartment.
ah.
she probably should have texted him a warning first? oh well. ]
Pete-! My bad, hi, sorry I didn't text!
[ no, she doesn't know if he's even here, but obviously yelping his name into the void is the easiest way to get her bearings back after portal-hopping so suddenly. and after a moment she realizes she's- still dressed like a bum, yes. not really cute. this is the look of someone who was just in bed feeling frustrated for about half an hour before bum rushing a kid to get some tech back so she could spend time with her boyfriend. not a great look.
oh well. is he here? she'll find out ]
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which is fine. he's honestly not bothered. he just hopes she never catches him doing anything really embarrassing.
being embarrassed is the last thing on his mind when he hears her voice, though. so, it turns out, is a shirt, because when he steps out of his bedroom into his - well, the only other room in his apartment, actually, because he's lucky to be able to afford barely more than a studio - he's only wearing a pair of pajama pants. they're spider-man pants, which seemed funny to him at the time and currently feels ridiculous, but it's hard to feel self-conscious for a change.
it's hard to feel anything but relief, in fact. ]
Hi.
[ sudden and breathless and said as he crosses the room. grabs her face. kisses her. a lot. ]
You never text. [ said against her lips, smiling. ] Doofus.
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[ gwen, honestly, doesn't even take the time to repack her go-bag. that stuff can stay here, it really can, because they'll be back soon enough. maybe even tomorrow, if they really have to be. she's too focused on grabbing her web watch and getting up to the roof as quickly as possible. which apparently isn't as quickly as peter. which makes her laugh, seeing him up here waiting for her, but she's also rushing towards him, only stopping once she's just short of crashing right into him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. it's bitey and rushed from the start, breathless. she might be a little out of her mind already, and she's really, really bad at hiding it ]
Ready to go?
[ not that she's moving away from him or making an effort to set up a portal with her watch, but, it felt right to ask ]
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He feels like a giddy teenager while waiting for Gwen to meet him, though once she's in his arms he's returning the embrace with equal amounts of rushed heat, hands finding her lower back and squeezing her close.]
Hey, yeah - totally. [Peter's grinning, excited though also a bit nervous for the travel. It's been a while since they've done this.] May knows I might be gone for a couple days. She's cool with it I think.
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tfln; @spideysense
do you ever think about that? if we were from the same world, went to the same school?
well, maybe not the same school. no way did i have the grades to get into midtown tech.
but whatever, not the point
i never would've gotten up the nerve to ask you out
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Really??? but i'm such a loser, you'd have won me over instantly
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tfln; @learn
i'll meet you halfway. or more than halfway.
i can always run if he wakes up and gets all huff-puff about it
ahahaha it's me, ya boy, running away with corndogs in both hands
but really, i have nothing to lose. what happens if you get caught?
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but yeah if i get caught idk he'll probably lock me up in a cage full of forest spirits who will eat all my hair
like
right off my head.
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it's randy don't look at me
and that it actually kind of rules
aAAAAH
but it sounds fake
it being any good sounds fake, i'm sure it actually exists
wait are you
in michigan?
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tfln; @slinger
you really had me there for a second
my spirits were like "whoa, are we about to be crushed?"
i mean i was about to lay down some serious guilt tripping with a side of peer pressure
but you've given me the hope and promise of hot dogs, so it's all good
we're in the clear
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that sounded lame so i'll buy you a hotdog as long as you carry my drink.
[ that sounds like a backwards deal, peter. ]
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baby i was just kidding i did not turn myself on typing those things to you.
[ she's just being difficult while stalling for time to take some kind of picture to send him, because duh, she wants him home early ]
i want to say yes, but you know i always want to nap after filling up on noodles. it could seriously go either way.
maybe hibachi after? as a celebratory meal. for actually doing the thing.
well you could start by being a little less touchyfeely while tying all those crazy knots. i mean i know that's probably part of the ~process~ but how does anyone sit still when you're following along the ropes with those light touches that make me feel crazy?
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[ why wouldn't he call her bluff when he gets her flustered in the process? ]
you say that like it's easy. it's hard enough not to kiss you, you can't expect me to keep my hands to myself for that long too
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tfln; @withinreach
[ it's okay, gwen cherishes all of those disgustingly cute texts ]
MAYBE love shack. i can't really resist the b-52s.
you're the only one that can still get away with livin on a prayer.
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you've got to cut me some slack, I have to avoid songs that don't actually exist here yet
I still say that with karaoke it's way less about how well you sing and more about committing to going all in with it, and I know you can do that
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i really love cats? does that make it any better?
does it? or does it only claim to be the cheesiest? there's definitely a difference.
maybe their original flavor is cheesy but that doesn't mean they're claiming that it's actually cheese.
babe i'm so full of this stuff that it's almost like i can't help but defend it. i've got original flavor powder on the brain.
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look I am not going to argue semantics on this, it supposed to be cheese, it's not, and at this point I'm not even sure it should qualify as food
as long as you don't start snorting that powder I think we're alright
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time has no meaning here
but let's be realistic, we can't avoid each other forever
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i wouldn't say that's the REAL question
i'd say it's an IMPOSSIBLE question!
a question like that demands context
specific circumstances dictating why i need to make that kind of choice!!
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time continues to be meaningless?
sometimes it's tempting to tell the truth just to see the look on my boss's face
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
i'm not the best judge of when to come out with the truth or not, clearly, so don't listen to me.
but also
your boss is obviously a jerk if it's an ongoing issue anyway
no means no!
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face-twin mixups or just getting in trouble?
just ran into some complications
one complication
its fine
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and for my next trick- 4 month old backtags!!!
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i'm sure you're probably very right and so we don't really have to test it...
but like, we still could.
your powers are so fucking cool.
and i promise to prize ya real good, if you win.
that sentence is INSANE.
you're just
you spoil me so much?
it's tough to get my head around sometimes.
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oh we're definitely doing it now
gotta leave no doubt and collect my prize.
i spoil you no more than you deserve
i mean, everyone knows i'm the lucky one here
and they won't get any argument from me.
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here comes the spider-man (again)
[ As one does while casually hanging off of a roof-top water tower, one with a good view all the way down to the river where he's eyeing a boat that's been circling around for about an hour, as if waiting for someone to pull up at the dock. He's waiting too. ]
since i'm out here most nights anyway
you should just let me know when you need the night off, i can double up on the patrols
so when you've got a show
or you need to do your homework or whatever you don't have to worry about this
[ He's purposely avoided asking invasive questions about what she does when she's not out here. Or any questions at all actually, what he does know comes from things she's mentioned off-handedly or things he's picked up on when he sees her outside of 'work.' Not that he's been following her or anything, that would be stalkerish, he just has an easy time picking her out of a crowd and this city isn't as big and chaotic as the one he's more used to. ]
or if you need help with your homework
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needs a moment. ]
oh... thank you. really, that means a lot.
but you don't need to do that.
you don't need to go out of your way to do that, at least.
i already know the city's in good hands whenever i have a gig, or when i'm in pete's world for classes.
but i wouldn't be able to ignore my spider-sense, even if i wanted to. or even if the band's playing at make-your-ears-bleed volume. i'd be out there joining the fight with you in no time.
but
i might take you up on that homework offer.
i like biology, and i like chemistry, but biochem is a match made in hell, i think.
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you're a super, you're mysterious, they'll definitely try to track you down.
although they'll probably offer a follow-for-follow on all their socials, before trying to kill you.
take shit from them? no, no way. but i can't promise i won't end up taking at least a couple hits. they're REALLY good at that part of the whole nemesis gig.
[ oh okay so she will not be mentioning that they managed to run her out of her own universe for several months already, nope. no need for him to know that. ]
johnny can light himself on fire. and throw fire. and fly. at the same time.
susan can fly too, but she mainly does scary magic.
has scary magic? is scary magical?
or she's a mutant. maybe. she didn't exactly sit down and explain it all to me.
but whatever, she can turn invisible and make forcefields and move things with her mind.
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[ Yeah, see, he's only known Gwen for a relatively short time but he tends to think he's gotten her number - metaphorically speaking, not just literally - so maybe her confident texts aren't as convincing as they could have been. ]
cool
[ She'll just have to imagine the deadpan expression and tone. But sarcasm aside it's good to have a general idea of what to expect if he runs into them. He's got better shit to do than to screw around with the superhero version of the Kardashians or whatever the fuck these two think they are, but if they start something he'll finish it. ]
so what's their deal anyway?
i mean what do they want
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tfln; @moonknighted
you're not going through my wiskey right now
noooo i'm not i'm not i'm not
iimdrinking with the band, marc!!
we didnt steal your booze we bought it at the bar
didn't buy all of it tho
ghost-spider gets free drinkies
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so you haven't been back to the apartment to go through my stash
yet
i get it
you got a line of groupies buying you drinks there still?
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tfln; @moonknighted
how did you know??
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as long as you down burn the whole place down with incense you do your thing
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