” —- 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.