feet, which he clearly had a hard time doing on his own after . . . whatever he was on, and also getting beat up.
“easy there, partner,” the spider laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and slinging a web up a building. “do you remember your address?”
the arachnid suit’s eyes seemed to upturn in playful glee at the man’s state — not that he approved of his state! but - well, it was a bit funny to ryland to see a man think he was a weird trip.
a hand came to the small of the stuntman’s back to hold him steady on his —>
“oh my god.” you’d think he was about to thank him; a long dramatic theatrical pause for the audience; before he finally speaks, arms held out in complete disbelief.
“I didn’t know drugs could *do this!”
“I mean sure— unicorns are trippy too, but *spiderman? this is crazy.”
@virulexto it’s my responsibility.
( the words came quick, like it was an impulse to say them. blue orbs shifted to look upward toward his brother, smile not quite reaching them. )
@virulexto i wouldn’t call it ‘letting myself get beat up’ . . . i’d call it people wanting to beat me up.
( he cracked an attempt at a smile, but it was shaken — things were starting to fall apart for him. )
@virulexto yeah— well, that’s why i’m trying to keep them out of my head.
( a deep exhale, rubbing another fresh gash on his head - they were never ending. )
him & my students. that’s the priority.