❪ ´ ･ . 🕸️ —┊❛ john! ❜ ❫
🚬 he’s sitting on a bench, cigarette pinched between his index finger and thumb. if he’s being honest with himself, john doesn’t know why he’s here. bleeding hearts of the world unite or something like that, he figures. “i wouldn’t go that way if i were you, love.” he says, taking a long drag of his cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. fuck, it feels so soothing. he can feel his worries melt away. he looks at the person he warned. “i accidentally summoned a demon. proper bollocksed things up, i think. try to steer clear until i sort it out.”
spider-man abruptly stops swinging when someone began speaking to him, making a sort of u-turn to perch himself atop a lamppost. his eyes narrow -- his lenses mimicking this -- as he listens to the other speak. “yeah, okay... i just got one quick question,” he paused. “how exactly does one “accidentally” summon a demon?” he asks, doing finger quotes around ‘accidentally’. “you summoned it, can’t you... un-summon it? how do you make it go away?”
