@COSMIC_THWIPS --
Once again, basking in a dim light, Miguel O'Hara stepped back to marvel at the dinner he prepared for the two of them โ well-made and well-earned.
"Take a seat," he offered as soon as he notice her smell from the door.
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๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ ๐จ๐ซ [@COSMIC_THWIPS]
New York City, Tuesday โ 2025.
11:19PM
The Brood gave in to the brunt of his swing, empowered by his heavy weight before kicking off at the peak to send him soaring into the air like a bird.
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@COSMIC_THWIPS --
The tang of metal utensils huddling close together reverberated through the kitchen, emanating from the dining room. The smell of the meal was strong in the kitchen too, but the dining room was where it was coming from.
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@ofhisoptimism --
accurate to refer to these as profanities. To whom they were directed, it was tough to say.
"Perfect. Just perfect. You managed to set us back several hours."
@ofhisoptimism โTime to ask some questions then,โ OโHara stole their attention by pushing the bundle of baddies into a swing.
He caught them with his talons, which ultimately silenced their whining.
โGround rules,โ he started. โWhoever speaks gets hurt less.โ
@ofhisoptimism Miguel ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ฟ his arm free in protest, but it was already too late. Their heads hung low, and they dangled without so much as a squeak as a result of their being out cold.
One would think the Brood was muttering a prayer in Spanish, but it was more
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@COSMIC_THWIPS --
๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต, Miguel thought. A buffer period.
As promised, he made a beeline for the kitchen and got to work. Hence, while the running shower announced her preoccupation, the stove's sudden ignition announced his arrival.
@COSMIC_THWIPS And so it came to pass.
As fresh as a fruit bowl, Miguel meagerly wandered into her apartment. He felt relief wash over him when he turned the knob and the door opened, even more so when he heard the shower still on.
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@ofhisoptimism --
Eventually, the fuse burned out, and there was silence again. Thus, Spider-Man 2099 turned to the more modern arachnid in his midst and sighed.
"What's the punishment for talking ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค much?"
@ofhisoptimism ๐๐ผ๐๐๐พ was an understatement when it came to encapsulating the sudden eruption of testimonies from the bundle of baddies in their midst.
O'Hara nodded along, at the very least satisfied by their degree of participation.
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@COSMIC_THWIPS โ
He noticed how close she was to him, almost like he could feel the inches between them radiate some sort of energy. A force.
But he turned his head back straight, and unhanded the railing himself.
โI can start cooking too, while I wait for you.โ
@COSMIC_THWIPS โI can just stop by after I take my shower,โ he shrugged, still stagnant. โIโll let myself in and wait for you. Is that alright?โ
Miguel leered over his shoulder; his red eye like an extremely heated sun rising at dawn.
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@WebOfTheZenith โ No clue, I donโt know who the hell these guys work for. โ
Pete gently kicked the armor gently, hands reaching into his pockets to grab his carton of cigarettes, rolling the mask up a bit to place one into his mouth.
โ They suck though, know that for sure. โ
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this a bad time to get in the way of fucking up your lungs? Get your ass over here, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ."
His ox-like arms were crossed beneath his chest as he looked them over. Tactical armor. Tactical weaponry. Could be a private army?
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โ Oh right, I forgot, whenever Iโm involved, itโs my fault. How dare I forget? โ
Pete heard the footsteps of the one heโd just finished pummeling along with the unsheathing of a knife. An elbow was sent back, right as heโd near the spider, resulting in a violent crack of bothโ
@ofhisoptimism "๐.๐.๐.๐.๐.๐ฟ?" O'Hara almost choked at the thought of it. But after giving it a second, it could not possibly be ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ. Then again, the possibility of it was still uncertain.
"It wouldn't happen to be led by a caped kook by the name of Doctor Doom, would it?"
@COSMIC_THWIPS --
He sauntered past her, but could not fully make it through. His foot lingered upon the topmost step of the staircase that led down to their hall, his fingers intimately curled along the railing with no sign of relinquishing it any time soon.
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