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[spdrsman1]

   frazzled, always frazzled these days, peter scrubs a hand through sweat-stiff hair like that’s going to help with the mess his mask made of it today.  definitely not going to shake free all the plaster that ended up in it, his hair after the last spider-man jaunt. he’s late, because peter is always late.  he glances at his watch, the half-busted face is taunting him.  seventeen minutes.  that’s pretty close to jack-ass levels of late.  whoops.  again.  he skids to a halt, finally, when he reaches his destination.  “ i am so sorry i’m late.  you’ve still got time, right ?? ”

[ofquinzels]

Harley had woken up that day with a very important mission. To free ALL the pets from EVERY pet store in the city. It was a crime the way those poor babies were treated, and they probably had a better chance living on the streets than they did, rotting away in metal cages stacked on top of each other four layers thick. Hell, she’d spent a good portion of her own life on the street, and look how great she’d turned out!

The first shop on her list was off to a great start. The cashier put out a “be back soon!” sign on the desk, and Harley waited until he was safely inside the bathroom before barricading it shut with several heavy bags of dog food. “Take five, Bobby!” She exclaimed to the now panicking cashier, before beginning her mission to unlock every cage in the store. 

[cykeclcps]

   “Clearly,” Scott began, running a tired hand over his face.  Careful not to disrupt his glasses, of course.  “Clearly, you have some very strong feelings about this.”  The tone of voice was his most diplomatic, reserved for disputes involving weapons of mass destruction, or those involving controversial pizza toppings.  “All I’m saying,” he pressed on, “is I don’t think we’re going to come to an agreement until tomorrow.  You don’t agree?”  Scott has hardly looked up from the stack of papers in front of him the whole exchange.