Date: 2014-11-01 08:02 pm (UTC)
spideys: (026 ❖ caught in the act.)
From: [personal profile] spideys
Well, that's good, because Peter is currently ignoring his teenage boy hangups about inviting a girl into his room.

Of course, it's a lot easier to do here when the only personal effects he has are the things he came with: his camera, his backpack, and the contents within it - including a carton of eggs that sits on his desk with his --






There's a lightning quick glance over to his desk, accompanied by the sudden, sinking heart-in-his-stomach feeling, and then he visibly relaxes.

Okay, somehow he'd remembered to hide his mask before allowing company in. Possibly because he's sharing a room with someone anyway, and secret identities are a Thing.

It distantly occurs to him that Laura's just said something.

He licks his lips, rubs the back of his neck.

"Um. Thanks?" He lets out a breath of a laugh as he moves to join her, taking the edge of the bed closest to Laura's chair. "I mean, I guess most people tend to look better without bruises. They're not exactly attractive.

"How - how are you?"
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Laura Kinney
The Facility created me to be a weapon. Killing was all I knew. I didn't know how to say "no." But if I ever did say no, they had a way to make me kill. A chemical trigger.