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βββββ β interest
βββββ β attraction
βββββ β annoyance
βββββ β trust
βββββ β respect
// her BABY she adores him i need more and more and more of them
β Readinβ people is more about the energy than the way they look or sound. β
He pauses, his hand fidgeting at his side. Talking more than he has in a long while, he feels like he sounds odd. Heβs overthinking it.
β Like you, for example, have a good energy. Felt before seen.β
Wile raises a brow. He wants pointers? From him? He canβt tell if heβs serious about that, but he mentally pins it for the time being.
His eyes drop to the extended hand before he reaches out with his own, giving a gentle shake. β Names Wile E. Call me Wile. β β
Peter knows bits and pieces of sign language. He had thought it would be necessary both for himself and the Spider-Man. Yet it would be a lie if he said he was proficient at it.
β I see. Could give me some tips on that matter. β he gave a half-smile, and his brows +
He gives a smile, pulling his hand back.
β βS a pleasure to make your full acquaintance, Peter.β He clears his throat. Heβs not accustomed to attempting to make friends, let alone having it go as smoothly as this.
Itβs refreshing.
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Wile accepts the pull, lying with her and nodding before mumbling with a grin.
β Okay, sounds good. β A pause as his arms wrap around her middle, keeping himself close. β But, like, what would we do later .α£ β
Always needing a plan, this guy.
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a playfully annoyed groan, but she makes no effort to conceal the smile on her lips.
"bed rot for a lil," she says. arms wrap 'round him, pullin' him down with her. "you're stayin' here with me. we can do somethin' fun later."
Heβs feeling the want to go blow some stuff up in the desert. He invited * π§πππππ§ * along, heβs just waiting on a response.
π¬: Cβmonnn itβll be fun .α
π¬: I promise I have all the safety shit this time.
π¬: pleaseeee please .α .α£ You can push the buttons .α
He pulls out his mini dry erase board and a marker, writing instead.
β α΄Κκ± α΄α΄α΄Ι΄κ±, α΄!ΚΚ Κα΄α΄οΏ½οΏ½κ±α΄Κκ°. Ιͺα΄βκ± Ι΄α΄α΄ α΄ Ι΄Ιͺα΄α΄ α΄ΚΙͺΙ΄Ι’.. Κα΄α΄ Κα΄α΄ΚΚΚ α΄ Ιͺα΄ Ι΄βα΄ α΄Ι΄α΄α΄‘ .α£ β
He feels kinda bad for almost laughing.
His voice is a bit scratchy from misuse, but he doesnβt want to have to force the other to read. Plus, he seems trustworthy enough.
β At least, I like to think so. β A dry chuckle leaves him, giving a shrug.
β Could know ya. β A pause. β I mean like, as friends..? β
Heβs feeling a bit silly for how much heβs writing, his hand cramping a bit as well. But itβs easier than assuming someone knows sign language. However, he thinks for a moment. He could just talk, but that takes a lot.
Oh well.
β βM pretty good at reading people.. β β
He waits again, patiently. Now it feels strange to communicate with someone through a whiteboard but he is fine with it.
He chuckles, shrugging. β thanks bud, you don't even know me but that's flattering. β