[He hops down, his mask still peeled up. He almost doesn't care about it — wouldn't even be that bothered if he got de-masked here and now, he's so entranced by the idea of being here at the new year with her. Wait, no, that's not... Whatever, he'll worry about how weird that thought was in his head later. Much later. She says 'we should go somewhere' and he's feeling a trill of eagerness at the thought.]
Yeah! [He doesn't even look as he also webs someone to a wall. What? They had a machete. They could really poke their own eye out, and that'd ruin the moment. Also, their eyesight. Which even in his foggy brain is a big concern.] I mean yes. Yes, let's get outta here.
[It's been a long while since he's 'gone somewhere' with someone else in some romantic way. But that's not important to dwell on. He clasps her hands and looks at the door. He licks his lips, backing up a little in his head.] I mean, if you want to, I'd like to. Too. Kinda noisy in here.
[(WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PETER BENJAMIN PARKER.)
Her hand in his, Spider-Kisser starts leading them out and to the door, casually webbing and tripping and side-stepping the more violent hoards of people in here. Maybe they should hang out on the roof; nice and quiet up on the roof; but it's just kissing, right? Totally just make-outs. Nothing else! Right? Right. This isn't weird, not weird at all. Not even an inkling of it being off crosses his mind.
How annoying, he'll think, way later.
It wouldn't be his first time he's coasting under a villainous influence, but this is just downright mean of Deerington.]
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Yeah! [He doesn't even look as he also webs someone to a wall. What? They had a machete. They could really poke their own eye out, and that'd ruin the moment. Also, their eyesight. Which even in his foggy brain is a big concern.] I mean yes. Yes, let's get outta here.
[It's been a long while since he's 'gone somewhere' with someone else in some romantic way. But that's not important to dwell on. He clasps her hands and looks at the door. He licks his lips, backing up a little in his head.] I mean, if you want to, I'd like to. Too. Kinda noisy in here.
[(WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PETER BENJAMIN PARKER.)
Her hand in his, Spider-Kisser starts leading them out and to the door, casually webbing and tripping and side-stepping the more violent hoards of people in here. Maybe they should hang out on the roof; nice and quiet up on the roof; but it's just kissing, right? Totally just make-outs. Nothing else! Right? Right. This isn't weird, not weird at all. Not even an inkling of it being off crosses his mind.
How annoying, he'll think, way later.
It wouldn't be his first time he's coasting under a villainous influence, but this is just downright mean of Deerington.]