/ trying to act aloof but failing. His face spot gives him away immediately, contracting tight like a pupil as he leans forward.
It's not laughing you need to be worried about.
I'm guessing you're so cute I'll just be annoyed I don't have the lips to kiss you with.
Promise you won't laugh ?
( It's been a long , long time in the making . A hand rested upon the top of his mask , ready to pull it off at a moment's notice . )
But you're not anymore ? Why? Because the truth hurts?
/ Speckled hands come up quick to feign small pinches at the jaw of the mask, his shoulders shaking expressively with each catty syllable.
Come onnnnn. All joshing aside. I really want to see it.
— context, heat rising quickly when taking the sight in fully. Somewhere between shocked and flattered that he'd walked in on Pete sniffing one of his socks, clearly getting a lot out of it given the tempo of his strokes.
" you.. having fun ?"
With every intention of surprising the webhead with his re - entry using his favourite trick; enough stolen electrical equipment raining down through the hole in the roof after him to warrant all the gloating he was about to do !
Anticipating their next spat consumes his focus—
— to the extent that he doesn't notice at first the figure already present coming into the room; the double - take including an indignant ; surprised noise.
"Oh — uh. Wow— this is anticlimactic, I was just on my way to come and.."
Comically late to absorb the last bits of —
It's called versatility! It's in my best interests to deduce every possible way I *can* mess with you.
/ Finally noticing he's being a little too proud about announcing his obsession. Scratching the back of his head.
Not that you take up *that* much real estate in my head. —