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@geneticwaste
Yeah, I don't -- ow -- think this suit is bulletproof.
Neither do you, pal.
Yeah, I know. Who are you?
What the fuck.
No.
[Her tone is calm, expression a chesire grin as she raises slightly on the balls of her feet to look him dead in the eye while she denies his totally reasonable request. She does so love being as tall is she is—this spider is a big boy, probably not used to people being able to meet him at eye-level, especially not women.]
Only three or four times worse? You must not have actually met Wade, yet—he’s much better behaved than me. I’m the worst.
[She giggles, and it sounds so poisonously coy. Wanda is no stranger to scar tissue, or the shock of losing it (suddenly, without explanation, and for the sole purpose of making her easier to fap to, though she wasn’t technically supposed to know that).
It wasn’t her fault she was smart enough to learn how to adapt to it quickly and to her best advantage. Fortunately for him, reading his internal monologue would be a gross abuse of her fourth wall privileges, so he was safe from hearing her explain how to use his new “babe-alicious total hottie powers”.
She continues right on staring at his junk with even more enthusiasm, now.]
... Yes, you are.
{ kaine has murdered people in the past (though it's something he's not proud of) and he's just downright done cold, cruel monstrosities. he has, time and time again, bestowed upon others the mark of kaine. he has made others suffer but, at the moment, nothing seems to be making him suffer like this. maybe god's making kaine suffer, finally. sounds about right. } Just stop... Stop.
{ he'd really, really, really appreciate if she stopped ogling him. he knows how some perverted freaks of men like to blame women for being provocative and blaming the fact that what they're wearing makes keeping their eyes out of their skull so tempting.
...
all kaine knows is one thing: if she tries blaming that costume of his for being so provocative, then he's going to kill peter. and madame web. }
like this if you want a starter or something
Genetics…
Does it mean my parents could float and hear people’s thought and scare them too?
... I don't know, Aracely.
And your mask is black. Shall we continue the color game?
... Why is your hair white?
"Uh — do I have a reason to want to ‘kill’ him?”
No.
I can hear you not-grinding your teeth at me. You really shouldn’t do that, it’s terrible for your dental health.
... Wow, tell me something I don't know.
I should hope not, that’s my niche.
{ he has to refrain from grinding his teeth too hard. after all, how is he to explain to his dentist that his molars are damaged this regularly? }
That's not what I meant.
Of course you are.
Right, and you aren't an evil dictator.
Webbing. Fur. Pull. Owchie owchie. Are those terms you understand, or should I try interpretative dance?
I'm not an ape.
Doctor Donald wondered how a big guy like you is drunk with tres cervezas…
Genetics, I guess.
{ he remembers this guy. he remembers cracking that dumb old fishbowl of his and damn near "bestowing upon him the mark of kaine." oh boy. } We could do this the easy way or the hard way. Your pick.
Your hair is white.
... What do you want?
Heroes.
Sorry to disappoint, but I'm no hero.