#osgoblins

“Norman! Gosh, it’s been a while, Otto’s out right now, but I’m sure we can-“

Steps halt in their tracks once she notices him, caution swift to arise from the appearance. She may not be a scientist herself, but she certainly prides herself on observation. Normans been a long-time friend of ottos; learning his mannerisms was something she’s known. This? He stands different, posture is different, everything feels…off.

Book in her hand is placed cautiously on the nearby counter, gaze focused on him as though she worries any sudden movement would cause a reaction. “-wait til he gets back…”

∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task .

     Research has been conducted since his first visit to the clinic, since she discovered about the green goblin as a result of this serum Norman had created and dared to take. A sample of his blood for analysis last time had been enough to start getting her information for study, research into oscorp and their military research. 

     She was getting close; soon she could have a serum that might be able to help him, get him back to his old self before the - 

     A presence is enough to have her jumping in her seat, swift to turn about to face him, arm covering over what most might just see as ludicrous scribbles. “Norman! Jesus, I thought you were still resting. . . “

Keeping the mundane appearance has gone out the window as power ignites in defense and brings a dim, cerulean glow of energy to dance along her first and revel in her scars.The shift in demeanor from the other is enough to bring brows to furrow, a spike in concern present on her features. This wasn’t the lost, rather confused mister Osborn she was dealing with moments prior - no, this was something different, someone different. This was no longer the Norman she found scared on the street, the one she let into her home to get him some food & shelter & calm him as best she could. The device in his hands, the one Peter was so quick to web against the wall. . .Norman wouldn’t do this; from the little she knows of him from what he’s told her, he wouldn’t -

A brow quirks up when he hears footsteps enter the room, cigarette still hangly loosely in his mouth. He knows the difference between this one’s steps and Marie’s; had it been her, he would have been quicker to put the kindling flame out. 

     “...Can I help you?”

<anon> im love u </anon>

AND IM LOVE U

⌛️

Marie likely fills her days staying pretty busy - between her own day job at a local hospital and the clinic at night (in which some hospital workers know about her clinic), whenever she does have any free time keeping her hands busy assist with the passage of time to her.

Anything like painting, sewing, cleaning - whatever keeps her busy. It helps keep her mind off other things, even whenever she’s anxious she tends to tap her fingers to her thumb, pattern varying between them.

tell me ur opinion about the goblin then 🔪 ? ( if i put a question mark it counts as a question right ? )

     Smile is forced on her features, brows furrowing at the words escaping her.

“Oh, i just. . .adore goblin so much. Such a nice, attractive man. . .”