#clcwedking

[nxgmaus]

@clcwedking

‘ mr. akihiro. ’ the tall, slender figure emerged from around the dark corner. his hands raised to his chest in two loose fists like an excited child, ‘ or would you prefer DAKEN? a mutt. mixed breed ... for a man with a ---- conflicted past as yours. POETIC. you are an interesting enigma to solve. but some things always leave a paper trail, among which are adoption and murder ... ’ nygma chuckled, raising his arms higher, open handed, in surrender to any potential hostile reaction, ‘ i heard you were a man of short temper and even thinner patience, so i’ll cut to the chase. i have a proposition, regarding your currently ... declawed conundrum. ’

[spider-scnses-blog]

@clcwedking

Peter was trying his best to enjoy the fair. The only issue was most of the foods there were pure sugar, and not the highest in nutrition. That wasn’t going to stop him however, and his arms were completely full of as many foods as he could hold. Currently, he was going to town on a bag of cotton candy. The good thing about all the food was he could offer it to children walking around, making there day just a little better. Looking further down the road, Peter noticed a man who was scowling, looking as if they didn’t want to be there. Approaching the man, he held out a spiderman popsicle, and flashed a smile. “You look like you could use a little cheering up. It’s a fun fair, you don’t need to pay any of the protestors any mind.” It was a little hard to ignore the people, especially those calling for mutants to die, but nothing a popsicle couldn’t fix.