There’s no mistaking it; he’s felt it at least five times, he is sure he knows what it is now, like a knife trailing down his spine. Not a threat, more like familiarity; he’s danced this dance, played this song, and here he is face to face with the radio show host, who’s visibly ( and has every right to be ) utterly confused, nervous, and other such things. He can recognise it- both in his past self and from having observed it before- the loss.
“Hey,” he says, casually, in hopes that it was one of the spider-people he had already met before rather than another one. He didn’t like forgetting people, it made him feel bad. But he can take note of the getup, can see it’s obviously not someone he’s seen before, and he almost laughs at how much it resembles a knock-off he saw once in Miles own world. “What’d the coppers give you?”
“They let you keep it, right? The senses? I’m gonna assume that you’re feeling what I’m feeling.” Peter doesn’t say it in a general emotional sense; he’s talking about the spider sense, that continues to buzz until he forces his head to recognise the person in front of him, to quiet down and take note of other threats, which are beginning to creep up on him. Like they do every day in a city such as this. “I’m not here for keister-kicking, just wanted to know why my senses were feeling a bit fried ‘n’ frazzled.”
It takes him a moment to register that the other wasn’t, in fact, trying to sneak up on him. It only takes him another to identify that the other was wearing, if he had to guess, what someone might think he looked like if they were utterly colorblind. ...Along with maybe reading too many detective novels beforehand. Not a bad look, though he had to admit he couldn’t see himself wearing that.
“You mean the fact that I feel like I shoved a fork into an outlet? Yeah, guess that’s still working. Not sure if that’s a good thing considering everything is on fire right now.” Still, the fact that this... Spider Eye? Spider D-- not humoring that one any further-- The fact that the other came up to him willingly meant he probably wasn’t about to clock him in the jaw. At least right now. So that meant he could tell his Spider Sense to shut up and let him focus on other things.
Like, for instance, whatever apocalyptic event he’d gotten thrown into this time. Peter had really been hoping for a vacation when he got kidnapped. What, could you blame him?
“Sorry I’m not in my Sunday best. I had a good ‘bad cosplay’ pun lined up when I saw you but your costume is a lot better than my current one.”
