#hhsdg

Bounding up to the bowl-helmet clad man with a smile, Dottie was prepared to ramble on endlessly about her day and things she was going to do tomorrow and anything good she could think of, par the course. Yet, that didn’t seem to be in the cards, as she noticed that this Mysterio was... different. Not the same, a separate entity. Maybe? Or maybe Quentin was playing a trick on her. Maybe she was being forgetful again, but, she never remembered Mysterio looking like... that. “...Did you change suits? I like the other look better, I’ll be honest.”