” —- Oh my god.”
jesus, at times like these he wishes he could
openly use his web-shooters. sadly, he can’t;
not without giving away his identity. so, he’ll
just frown, a tiny sigh escaping, before mumbling
somewhat like a child.”You didn’t have to throw
them out the window.
That’s just ridiculous!
absolutely ridiculous —-“
❝ Don’t be so melodramatic, Peter.
They’re just textbooks.
That isn’t going to help you in life. ❞
A beer is snatched off of Peter’s
nightstand and brought to his lips.
” ———- … Uh.
… Something about alcohol?”
❝ Something about alcohol. ❞ — He mimics in a high-pitched voice.
❝ Well … yeah, but you’re too busy stuck in these to listen! ❞
The textbooks are taken into his grasp
and thrown out the window.
“No, no —- keep going. Uh.
I was… listening, yeah.”—- actually, he wasn’t.
he’s a little too focused
on that textbook of his.
but, sh;
❝ I spoke of my entire plan!
Oh really? So, what did I say? ❞