#iforgot

Flutterdash (platonic orrr romantic idrc, just a fun doodle ^•^) and coldsteel because he is forever going to my boyfriend and husband trust/silly

And zanemau(pdh era WOW alsooo still iffy on their designs may change it but happy w/ it for rn ^^) and zanechan/zana in some strange time bubble that is neither s5 or s6 but still around that time period

“Help me, please. I’ll pay for lunch for a week, please.” Appealing to the rationality in him, Miguel takes the coffee. It’s his exact order, he has shoved this in Peter’s brain over and over again. But somehow, it tastes a little sweeter.  

“I’m not going to help you mark anything,” Miguel says. Mainly because he can’t understand poetry for the life of him, and he refuses to show Peter that he wants to learn what the hell a sibilant sound is. But also because his own kids give him enough of a headache, and he doesn’t need the unique headache Peter’s kids give him. 

Peter nudges the cylinder towards him. Narrowing his eyes, he twists it open and takes one. It’s not bad, satisfying crunch and all. He dips it in his coffee, he stares at Peter. 

“Miles asked me for help. About Gwen.” Miguel exhales.

“No.” He takes the cylinder and his coffee, and gets ready to leave. Faster reflexes than he expected, because Peter grabs his wrist. 

Miguel is left standing over his chair, held in place by Peter Benjamin Parker. He can easily move out of the fingers wrapped around his wrist, and probably break a finger of Peter’s. He’s not holding on very tightly, and his hand is cold on his warm one. Miguel could go. 

He doesn’t. 

He lets Peter tug him and he sits. 

“You’re paying for two weeks.”