—Grudgy? [ he half-questions (focussing on the important things here) before continuing with: ] But sure. That counts. For what it's worth, this is basically just Tuesday for me.
[ but then she says it's magic, and his first thought is about how much he hates magic and how much of beacon — apparently — is magical. couldn't it be science? or technology, or—
he presses his lips together. honestly, he never thought he'd miss arcade or mysterio, but compared to this? they'd be an absolute treat. this (capital-T this) is already managing to be up there in the list of things he'd rather not repeat in the future. (like, where's doc strange when you need him?) ]
—I have a spider-sense. [ he says, equally as if she'd understand what that means, and there's the briefest moment where he thinks of ezekiel and his whole ridiculous flossy-the-magic-spider totem thing that turned out not be quite so stupid after all. he pauses, glancing at davina and if it wasn't quite so dark and if the mask gave a more accurate representation of his expression, she'd be able to see a minute wince. fortunately for him, it is dark and the mask is pretty good at masking, so the shift in expression is predominately obscured. ]
Uh—. You know how a spider has eight eyes? [ it's not like that at all. ] But despite that, they rely on touch, vibration and— [ smooth, parker, real smooth; beat. ] if there's a threat, I'll know. Which means we're good on the warnings— [ a breath. ] I'm assuming you've got a name, because my inner monologue has definitely latched on to Gretel.
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[ but then she says it's magic, and his first thought is about how much he hates magic and how much of beacon — apparently — is magical. couldn't it be science? or technology, or—
he presses his lips together. honestly, he never thought he'd miss arcade or mysterio, but compared to this? they'd be an absolute treat. this (capital-T this) is already managing to be up there in the list of things he'd rather not repeat in the future. (like, where's doc strange when you need him?) ]
—I have a spider-sense. [ he says, equally as if she'd understand what that means, and there's the briefest moment where he thinks of ezekiel and his whole ridiculous flossy-the-magic-spider totem thing that turned out not be quite so stupid after all. he pauses, glancing at davina and if it wasn't quite so dark and if the mask gave a more accurate representation of his expression, she'd be able to see a minute wince. fortunately for him, it is dark and the mask is pretty good at masking, so the shift in expression is predominately obscured. ]
Uh—. You know how a spider has eight eyes? [ it's not like that at all. ] But despite that, they rely on touch, vibration and— [ smooth, parker, real smooth; beat. ] if there's a threat, I'll know. Which means we're good on the warnings— [ a breath. ] I'm assuming you've got a name, because my inner monologue has definitely latched on to Gretel.