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@millas-con-morales
Okayyy, let’s do this one last time
My name is Miles Morales. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last year (and four months- but who’s counting?) I’ve been Brooklyn’s one and only Spider-Man.
And things are going great.
Low-key, you're the coolest spider person I've become aware of jumping through dimensions <3
@localbatburgerworker
EYYYY LETS GOOOO
thank you localbatburgerworker, I think you’re very cool too!
Peter B. has visited Miles a couple times now, since his sudden arrival back in his universe, along with his child, MayDay. Usually, they met up on patrols, with a few rare occasions of him showing up at Miles apartment. (Which had resulted in lots of questioning from Rio, Miles’s mother.)
Right now, they were chilling on top of a random building after hitting up a burger joint—as Peter dangled his legs off the side, on his phone. As the sun shined down on Brooklyn, the familiar sounds of traffic and people filled the space between them.
He’d spent a few minutes obsessively scrolling through his camera roll and showing Miles pictures of his daughter, but by now he’d calmed down to content silence, munching on his fries and just…enjoying the moment.
Until he found something during his scrolling. Peter paused, a grin slowly forming on his face.
“Miles, what’s this?”
He held up his phone for view, on it displayed a YouTube video—with the title,
‘Spider-Man #2 regrets baby powder endorsement’.
- @peter-b-parkerr
Don’t tell Peter this or he’ll get sad- but the only reason Miles puts up with him is because he favor Mayday.
…jk, obviously. Peter is goated. But don’t tell him that either or he’ll be all up in Miles’ space and be all sappy and stuff.
Miles stifled a laugh at the thought of Peter B. Parker giving puppy eyes to rival those of Mayday’s, and drank from his milkshake while listening to his playlist, looking down at his city- his people.
He took a deep breath and leaned back on one of his hands, watching contentedly as people walked by and went about their day. He loved people-watching…yeah, no, that sounded so weird. Its a good thing thoughts stay on the inside of the brain and not-
“Miles, what’s this?”
Miles turned to look at Peter and took out his earbud. “Whats wha-…how did you find that…”
Miles grimaced at the reminder of his failed baby powder promotion, the thought alone making him cringe.
“Baby powder? Seriously?” This seemed to be a great source of humor for Peter, as he fell backwards laughing, rolling over and slowly sitting up as his body shook with laughter. Oh, this was great.
“Okay, quick tip here- kid, number one rule of being Spider-Man?” They’ve both lost track of how many times he’s said that something was the, ‘number one rule of being Spider-Man’, honestly. “Or atleast- dealing with the media as Spider-Man? Don’t support anything.” He moved his hands as he talked for emphasis.
“Okay, well- not everything, I guess, just….promoting products just usually doesn’t go well. Just steer clear of that road.” Peter patted Miles on the shoulder reassuringly.
“But now I gotta watch this.”
Miles rolled his eyes at Peter’s obnoxious laughing, twirling his milkshake around to emphasize his annoyance.
“DoNt SuPpOrT aNyThInG~” Miles mocked, rolling his eyes further back. “How was Isupposed to know the powder would- you know what- you don’t even wanna know.”
“But now I gotta watch this.”
Oh, heck no! Miles sent out a web towards Peter’s phone with a ‘thwip!’ and held it up high and far from reach.
“Nuh-uh! Ain’t no one watchin’ that!”
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
Alpine perks up. “Nope! But I met a raccoon god who gave me the ability to talk, and I’ve talked since!”
“A raccoon god who gave you the ability to talk…” Miles nodded and blinked. “Ok…thats…thats cool, actually.”
He cleared his throat after a moment and looked around. “Wanna…uhh…join me for the rest of patrol? Around this hour there aren’t a lot of baddies, but- uh…yeah…”
Alpine’s ears flick. “Yeah, okay! So… are you like my Spider-Man, then? Because I don’t think this is my universe. He’s one of my dads’ kid.”
“Huh, cool- but, uh, yeah! I mean no…at least, I don’t think so…? I don’t really have a cat, soooo…”
Miles crossed his arms then tilted his head. “Who’s your dad, though?”
Alpine listens intently, then tilts her head. “Well, my Dad Dad is Bucky Barnes. But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are my dads too! My Spider-Man is Tony’s kid.”
“…your dad…your dad is the Winter Soldier?! And Captain America plus Iron Man?!” Miles gasped as he stared at the cat with wide eyes. “I mean- the Captain America thing makes sense since you’re the Winter Soldier’s kid, but still!”
“Huh…whoa…” Miles looked back up, taking a deep breath to process everything. He knew about multiversal scenarios, obviously- heck, hes lived one! But still…
“A universe where I’m Iron Man’s kid…man…thats so cool…”
Alpine nods. “Yeah, they’re all so cool!” She flicks her tail. “Mhm! Though, you don’t sound like my Peter, and most multiverse variants I’ve met sound the same…”
“Oh! Thats it then! I’m not a Peter!” Miles clasped his hands and looked around. “Y’know what? Maybe lets go to a rooftop or something, I dont want anyone hearing about secret identities and stuff…”
Alpine nods. “Okay!” She then gasps. “Do I get to swing? Peter never lets me go swinging with him!”
“If by swing you mean ‘I carry you while webbing around NYC’, then yes, you’d be correct.” Miles nods, crouching to be closer to Alpine.
Alpine perks up. “Yay!!” She hops into his arms eagerly. “I’ve always wanted to!”
Miles grabs onto Alpine, making sure shes steady, and shoots out a spider-web towards one of the buildings nearby.
Pulling back, he snaps the web and wips them both into the air, sending them both into a pattern of thwip-snap-grab, passing from building to building.
Peter B. has visited Miles a couple times now, since his sudden arrival back in his universe, along with his child, MayDay. Usually, they met up on patrols, with a few rare occasions of him showing up at Miles apartment. (Which had resulted in lots of questioning from Rio, Miles’s mother.)
Right now, they were chilling on top of a random building after hitting up a burger joint—as Peter dangled his legs off the side, on his phone. As the sun shined down on Brooklyn, the familiar sounds of traffic and people filled the space between them.
He’d spent a few minutes obsessively scrolling through his camera roll and showing Miles pictures of his daughter, but by now he’d calmed down to content silence, munching on his fries and just…enjoying the moment.
Until he found something during his scrolling. Peter paused, a grin slowly forming on his face.
“Miles, what’s this?”
He held up his phone for view, on it displayed a YouTube video—with the title,
‘Spider-Man #2 regrets baby powder endorsement’.
- @peter-b-parkerr
Don’t tell Peter this or he’ll get sad- but the only reason Miles puts up with him is because he favor Mayday.
…jk, obviously. Peter is goated. But don’t tell him that either or he’ll be all up in Miles’ space and be all sappy and stuff.
Miles stifled a laugh at the thought of Peter B. Parker giving puppy eyes to rival those of Mayday’s, and drank from his milkshake while listening to his playlist, looking down at his city- his people.
He took a deep breath and leaned back on one of his hands, watching contentedly as people walked by and went about their day. He loved people-watching…yeah, no, that sounded so weird. Its a good thing thoughts stay on the inside of the brain and not-
“Miles, what’s this?”
Miles turned to look at Peter and took out his earbud. “Whats wha-…how did you find that…”
Miles grimaced at the reminder of his failed baby powder promotion, the thought alone making him cringe.
“I love you! I am so proud of you!”
“do i want kids?”
Peter B. Parker discovers the wonders of parenting via Miles Morales….
[ @millas-con-morales ]
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
Alpine perks up. “Nope! But I met a raccoon god who gave me the ability to talk, and I’ve talked since!”
“A raccoon god who gave you the ability to talk…” Miles nodded and blinked. “Ok…thats…thats cool, actually.”
He cleared his throat after a moment and looked around. “Wanna…uhh…join me for the rest of patrol? Around this hour there aren’t a lot of baddies, but- uh…yeah…”
Alpine’s ears flick. “Yeah, okay! So… are you like my Spider-Man, then? Because I don’t think this is my universe. He’s one of my dads’ kid.”
“Huh, cool- but, uh, yeah! I mean no…at least, I don’t think so…? I don’t really have a cat, soooo…”
Miles crossed his arms then tilted his head. “Who’s your dad, though?”
Alpine listens intently, then tilts her head. “Well, my Dad Dad is Bucky Barnes. But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are my dads too! My Spider-Man is Tony’s kid.”
“…your dad…your dad is the Winter Soldier?! And Captain America plus Iron Man?!” Miles gasped as he stared at the cat with wide eyes. “I mean- the Captain America thing makes sense since you’re the Winter Soldier’s kid, but still!”
“Huh…whoa…” Miles looked back up, taking a deep breath to process everything. He knew about multiversal scenarios, obviously- heck, hes lived one! But still…
“A universe where I’m Iron Man’s kid…man…thats so cool…”
Alpine nods. “Yeah, they’re all so cool!” She flicks her tail. “Mhm! Though, you don’t sound like my Peter, and most multiverse variants I’ve met sound the same…”
“Oh! Thats it then! I’m not a Peter!” Miles clasped his hands and looked around. “Y’know what? Maybe lets go to a rooftop or something, I dont want anyone hearing about secret identities and stuff…”
Alpine nods. “Okay!” She then gasps. “Do I get to swing? Peter never lets me go swinging with him!”
“If by swing you mean ‘I carry you while webbing around NYC’, then yes, you’d be correct.” Miles nods, crouching to be closer to Alpine.
Alpine perks up. “Yay!!” She hops into his arms eagerly. “I’ve always wanted to!”
Miles grabs onto Alpine and shifts her so that she’s on one arm, using the other one to send out a web with a ‘thwip!’
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
Alpine perks up. “Nope! But I met a raccoon god who gave me the ability to talk, and I’ve talked since!”
“A raccoon god who gave you the ability to talk…” Miles nodded and blinked. “Ok…thats…thats cool, actually.”
He cleared his throat after a moment and looked around. “Wanna…uhh…join me for the rest of patrol? Around this hour there aren’t a lot of baddies, but- uh…yeah…”
Alpine’s ears flick. “Yeah, okay! So… are you like my Spider-Man, then? Because I don’t think this is my universe. He’s one of my dads’ kid.”
“Huh, cool- but, uh, yeah! I mean no…at least, I don’t think so…? I don’t really have a cat, soooo…”
Miles crossed his arms then tilted his head. “Who’s your dad, though?”
Alpine listens intently, then tilts her head. “Well, my Dad Dad is Bucky Barnes. But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are my dads too! My Spider-Man is Tony’s kid.”
“…your dad…your dad is the Winter Soldier?! And Captain America plus Iron Man?!” Miles gasped as he stared at the cat with wide eyes. “I mean- the Captain America thing makes sense since you’re the Winter Soldier’s kid, but still!”
“Huh…whoa…” Miles looked back up, taking a deep breath to process everything. He knew about multiversal scenarios, obviously- heck, hes lived one! But still…
“A universe where I’m Iron Man’s kid…man…thats so cool…”
Alpine nods. “Yeah, they’re all so cool!” She flicks her tail. “Mhm! Though, you don’t sound like my Peter, and most multiverse variants I’ve met sound the same…”
“Oh! Thats it then! I’m not a Peter!” Miles clasped his hands and looked around. “Y’know what? Maybe lets go to a rooftop or something, I dont want anyone hearing about secret identities and stuff…”
Alpine nods. “Okay!” She then gasps. “Do I get to swing? Peter never lets me go swinging with him!”
“If by swing you mean ‘I carry you while webbing around NYC’, then yes, you’d be correct.” Miles nods, crouching to be closer to Alpine.
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
Alpine perks up. “Nope! But I met a raccoon god who gave me the ability to talk, and I’ve talked since!”
“A raccoon god who gave you the ability to talk…” Miles nodded and blinked. “Ok…thats…thats cool, actually.”
He cleared his throat after a moment and looked around. “Wanna…uhh…join me for the rest of patrol? Around this hour there aren’t a lot of baddies, but- uh…yeah…”
Alpine’s ears flick. “Yeah, okay! So… are you like my Spider-Man, then? Because I don’t think this is my universe. He’s one of my dads’ kid.”
“Huh, cool- but, uh, yeah! I mean no…at least, I don’t think so…? I don’t really have a cat, soooo…”
Miles crossed his arms then tilted his head. “Who’s your dad, though?”
Alpine listens intently, then tilts her head. “Well, my Dad Dad is Bucky Barnes. But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are my dads too! My Spider-Man is Tony’s kid.”
“…your dad…your dad is the Winter Soldier?! And Captain America plus Iron Man?!” Miles gasped as he stared at the cat with wide eyes. “I mean- the Captain America thing makes sense since you’re the Winter Soldier’s kid, but still!”
“Huh…whoa…” Miles looked back up, taking a deep breath to process everything. He knew about multiversal scenarios, obviously- heck, hes lived one! But still…
“A universe where I’m Iron Man’s kid…man…thats so cool…”
Alpine nods. “Yeah, they’re all so cool!” She flicks her tail. “Mhm! Though, you don’t sound like my Peter, and most multiverse variants I’ve met sound the same…”
“Oh! Thats it then! I’m not a Peter!” Miles clasped his hands and looked around. “Y’know what? Maybe lets go to a rooftop or something, I dont want anyone hearing about secret identities and stuff…”
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
Alpine perks up. “Nope! But I met a raccoon god who gave me the ability to talk, and I’ve talked since!”
“A raccoon god who gave you the ability to talk…” Miles nodded and blinked. “Ok…thats…thats cool, actually.”
He cleared his throat after a moment and looked around. “Wanna…uhh…join me for the rest of patrol? Around this hour there aren’t a lot of baddies, but- uh…yeah…”
Alpine’s ears flick. “Yeah, okay! So… are you like my Spider-Man, then? Because I don’t think this is my universe. He’s one of my dads’ kid.”
“Huh, cool- but, uh, yeah! I mean no…at least, I don’t think so…? I don’t really have a cat, soooo…”
Miles crossed his arms then tilted his head. “Who’s your dad, though?”
Alpine listens intently, then tilts her head. “Well, my Dad Dad is Bucky Barnes. But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are my dads too! My Spider-Man is Tony’s kid.”
“…your dad…your dad is the Winter Soldier?! And Captain America plus Iron Man?!” Miles gasped as he stared at the cat with wide eyes. “I mean- the Captain America thing makes sense since you’re the Winter Soldier’s kid, but still!”
“Huh…whoa…” Miles looked back up, taking a deep breath to process everything. He knew about multiversal scenarios, obviously- heck, hes lived one! But still…
“A universe where I’m Iron Man’s kid…man…thats so cool…”
What's good, man?
@sweeetchristmas
’Ey man, everything’s alright- same ol’ same ol’, y’know?
Wha’bout you, though? Everythin’ cool?
Yeah, man, can't complain. Just busted a drug deal, nothing crazy.
Ugh! You get all the cool and fun stuff :( All I get are the same villains everyday or petty criminals- like bro, why are you stealing a purse from an old lady? way to break the stereotype Ig 😭🙏
Dawg, all I do is bust druggies. Definitely ain't cool, kinda fun to beat em up, though. Every once in a while I'll get a "Vulture or a "Rhino"
UGH VULTURE!
Rhino’s whatever, hes strong and puts up a fight- and hes kinda annoying (especially when he’s like “isnt it past your bedtime?” LIKE COME ON BRO)
BUT VUKTURE? UGH HES SO ANNOYING. HE TRIES TO BE OH SO SMART BUT HE CANT EVEN QUOTE HAMLET CORRECTLY. UP YOUR INTELLECTUALISM DUDE.
Sheesh. Guess you gotta up your bird villain game.
No, the bird villain needs to up his English comprehension skills game.
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
Alpine perks up. “Nope! But I met a raccoon god who gave me the ability to talk, and I’ve talked since!”
“A raccoon god who gave you the ability to talk…” Miles nodded and blinked. “Ok…thats…thats cool, actually.”
He cleared his throat after a moment and looked around. “Wanna…uhh…join me for the rest of patrol? Around this hour there aren’t a lot of baddies, but- uh…yeah…”
Alpine’s ears flick. “Yeah, okay! So… are you like my Spider-Man, then? Because I don’t think this is my universe. He’s one of my dads’ kid.”
“Huh, cool- but, uh, yeah! I mean no…at least, I don’t think so…? I don’t really have a cat, soooo…”
Miles crossed his arms then tilted his head. “Who’s your dad, though?”
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
Alpine perks up. “Nope! But I met a raccoon god who gave me the ability to talk, and I’ve talked since!”
“A raccoon god who gave you the ability to talk…” Miles nodded and blinked. “Ok…thats…thats cool, actually.”
He cleared his throat after a moment and looked around. “Wanna…uhh…join me for the rest of patrol? Around this hour there aren’t a lot of baddies, but- uh…yeah…”
What's good, man?
@sweeetchristmas
’Ey man, everything’s alright- same ol’ same ol’, y’know?
Wha’bout you, though? Everythin’ cool?
Yeah, man, can't complain. Just busted a drug deal, nothing crazy.
Ugh! You get all the cool and fun stuff :( All I get are the same villains everyday or petty criminals- like bro, why are you stealing a purse from an old lady? way to break the stereotype Ig 😭🙏
Dawg, all I do is bust druggies. Definitely ain't cool, kinda fun to beat em up, though. Every once in a while I'll get a "Vulture or a "Rhino"
UGH VULTURE!
Rhino’s whatever, hes strong and puts up a fight- and hes kinda annoying (especially when he’s like “isnt it past your bedtime?” LIKE COME ON BRO)
BUT VUKTURE? UGH HES SO ANNOYING. HE TRIES TO BE OH SO SMART BUT HE CANT EVEN QUOTE HAMLET CORRECTLY. UP YOUR INTELLECTUALISM DUDE.
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
Alpine blinks at him fo a moment. “Probably at home. He doesn’t mind if I wander as long as I’m home before dark.”
“…”
Miles gapes at the cat for a couple of seconds. “You-…huh…” he furrows his eyebrows and hums before nodding. “I guess I’ve seen weirder stuff…ok…uhm…”
“…huh…are you, like, a shapeshifter or something?”
‘Have I been petting a shapeshifter? Thats so weird…’
“Or are you just…a random cat that can just so happen to talk…?”
“Meow?”
@the-alpine-barnes
“…oh my goodness…” Miles picked up the cat and held it up so he was face-to-face.
“Awwww! Youre so cute!”
“Prrrrrrr!” Alpine bats a paw at his face. She’s very cute!! She’s glad he noticed.
Miles giggles lightly at the cat and scratches her chin. “You seem way too clean and all to be a stray…unless you’re a germaphobic stray, in which case I guess there’s a first for everything…”
“Mrrr!” Alpine pulls back, offended that he’d even think for a second that she’s a stray. Though she doesn’t wear a collar, so it probably makes sense.
Mikes huffs out a laugh then looks around. “Guessed so,” he put his hands on his hips then turned back to the cat. “Where’s your owner, then? Must be worried sick about you.”
He wondered for a second if this was one of those ‘old lady’s cat stuck in tree’ situation, except the cat wasn't stuck in a tree in this case.
What's good, man?
@sweeetchristmas
’Ey man, everything’s alright- same ol’ same ol’, y’know?
Wha’bout you, though? Everythin’ cool?
Yeah, man, can't complain. Just busted a drug deal, nothing crazy.
Ugh! You get all the cool and fun stuff :( All I get are the same villains everyday or petty criminals- like bro, why are you stealing a purse from an old lady? way to break the stereotype Ig 😭🙏
