it tells meeee that you are very fashionable! and funny! and that you like to eat ( I would like to try some food you like sometime ) !and that your powers are. . . different? than other spiders that i've seen.
not in a bad way, by the way! i am just very curious.
no.
maybe a little. . .
( head tilt, brow raised as a gently teasing look overtakes his features )
or did you just say that so i could come closer? hmm. much to think about now.
( all he gets as announcement is a gust of air that makes him squint——and there he is. head tipped back to look him in the face, but He’s There. ) it’s that important to you, huh?
( obviously, the solution is that he must be extremely up close then, right? it takes about 3 seconds for the idea to dawn on him and only about .3 to make it work. ‘ manzanita, ’ hand delivered, a few inches away from s—man's face with a big ol’ smile. )
still little?
( he pauses for a second at the smile, quite enjoying the way it brightened up her face. it takes him a second to respond, lashes fluttering lightly before his gaze shifts back to the menu. )
hmm. really? does it have a lot of sugar? i'm more of a triple shot kind of guy,
(she smiles back up at him, big and fangy.)
s'like fate or somethin', m'glad to run into you.
mmm...
(she ponders for a minute, finger tapping her lower lip while she browses the menu.)
i usually order stuff people don't like, but an iced shaken espresso is a good one.
( he studies him again, always so curious, smile returning to his lips. )
so, can i ask what you do then? when you're not in the suit?
( pause )
not—i don't mean when you're naked, that—that's none of my business, sorry, i—
( shut up, clark. )
well. you do it well.
( he reiterates, because he meant it the first time. he isn't really the type to dwell on many semantics when it comes to being a super or a spider—they do good, they do the best they can, even if it's a pain in the butt sometimes and it's the LAST
i do my job. ( that he decidedly did not ask for but has to do anyway, but sure, he does his job, and he does his job * well, and he wakes up and does it again——
he blinks. his talons itch where they anchor him down on a vertical
thing they want to do, but well . . . he supposes that IS the point of it all.
he chuckles again, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his own neck. )
hey, hey, i 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 a paying job, being superman just kind of. . . overshadows that sometimes.
@ARACHN0HARA / after the horrendous things I send to our server do u really think I would ever say no to my besto friendo??? ESPECIALLY about Dr dimples???????