Peter leans in, just a little, to let Laura see the collar of his t-shirt and how it conceals the red and blue spandex underneath. It's so close to his skin, it might as well be a second skin.
"I mean, my mask and gloves and stuff go into my backpack, but I keep the rest of it on," he says, keeping his voice low.
Then he leans back and reaches for his milkshake to take a sip.
"Not bad, huh?"
Does he mean superhero-ing? Or does he mean the milkshake? Who knows?
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.
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Date: 2015-10-20 05:48 pm (UTC)"I mean, my mask and gloves and stuff go into my backpack, but I keep the rest of it on," he says, keeping his voice low.
Then he leans back and reaches for his milkshake to take a sip.
"Not bad, huh?"
Does he mean superhero-ing? Or does he mean the milkshake? Who knows?