#spoopymiiles

“Actually, no. Tell him.”

“because. it’s not what it looks like. honest.”

         peter stands with a folder full of paper in his hands. it was strange, explaining how he --- was. it wasn’t something he often talked about... but that was the issue here, wasn’t it? he couldn’t talk about most things --- the thought of telling others how he felt made his throat tight & his chest burn. hazel eyes flicker from notes that he’d already written to miles & he offers the folder to him. peter was always preaching about talking about things --- about sharing their experiences... but he hadn’t ever shared his own. when he speaks, it takes him a moment to find his voice, “ once it’s on the paper we feel better. “

“H-hey-- Wait a minute, kid-- we can talk this out--!!” He had his hands held aloft in a failed bid to broker peace, knowing only of this particular spider through a few articles he’d read on his antics when freelancing. Lacking even a name to call him by, Eddie had noticed rather quickly that the young male appeared hostile towards him at first glance.     Hatred that accumulation in eventual action, as evident by the curl fist that now connects with his jaw to the sound of a musical crunch of shattered bone and pained yelling from the blond.

“Yeah, I saw that,” Peter noted as he landed on the fire escape beside the other, “need a hand?”.

                ⟨   --- SEE , that’s the problem.   your suit might be black , but that red ALWAYS bleeds into whites.   i’ve washed the ‘ol red and blues in with my whites way more than i’m proud to admit.   it always looked like a slasher movie in my laundry bin.   if you wanted , i could always make you a suit you don’t have to wash.    ⟩

//  @spoopymiiles  xxx

overall opinion: I LOVE U MILES!!!