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[gr8pwer]

❝ no, i — i am. i am allowed in here, uh, sir. that’s why they call me spider-man. because of my age. and my . . manliness. ❞

peter puffs up his chest but quickly thinks better of it. last time he did that and looked in the mirror, he was horrified at his reflection. still, he tries to pitch his voice down an octave or two ; probably nothing too noticeable, he’s sure. he takes in the other patron sitting at the bar, hunched over and with an expression peter could only really discern as a seemingly permanent scowl.

❝ besides, ❞ peter continues as if he was asked, ❝ i just webbed up a criminal outside and wanted to make sure he was the only one. can’t have — wait. ❞ his pseudo deep voice drops in an instant as he really takes in the figure sitting at the barstool, nursing a glass of something rich and brown.

❝ you’re an x-man ! well, not an ex man, i’m sure you are — i mean, im sure you’re still, uh, i just mean . . . the sharp. fist. claw, guy ! what are they made out of, if you don’t mind my asking ? and the retractibility ration seems insane. are they dormant under your skin ? does it hurt ? oh, man, i have so many questions. ❞

// @wolfeign ( starter call ).