friendly neighborhood spiderman

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🐱– “I’ve seen that costume before into the movies, looks like a spider… spider man? I might be mistaken, though. It looks convincing.” Adrien remarks, he wishes he could have transformed back into Cat Noir so they can talk superhero stuff. “Can I have your autograph?” Adrien resists the urge to smack himself in embarrasment for that slip up.

Octavio needed content. He still hadn’t figured out how to convert his native video format to the old-style mp4 format that was required for upload in this stupid city. He stood up from the landing, brushing himself off and checking the jury-rigged phone strapped to his chest. Still holding! He muttered a pleased,  ❝ Still holding. ❞

Suddenly realizing that he had a live audience, he looked over at the kid through the crack in his goggles. He cracked a grin so wide behind his mask that you could hear it, despite how the leather muffled his voice.

❝ You really offering? Yeah, alright. Here– ❞ Octavio ripped the phone off his chest and handed it over.  ❝ Know how to use this thing? What angle are you going to go for? ❞

Perhaps one of the rarer moments in his life, headphones covering ears do not intentionally mean to shut world out, even with faintest tunes ringing in his ears. Gaze is a little distant, fixated on some distant sight, thoughtful consideration. There is no street art here that compares to Shibuya’s streets, in his mind— well, no, not quite true, but not in this part of town, at least ( Neku’s not really sure he wants to run the risk of lingering in the less savory parts of the city ). Regardless, he’s good on what he has his sights set on for now, perhaps you’ve found the next strike of inspiration— whatever it is, inspiration surely escapes his mind when someone dips down before him. He most certainly does not almost let out a noise that might have almost put Beat to shame; a moment to regain some face, composes himself as hand fidgets briefly before tugging headphones halfway off. “Sorry. You need something?” Words are a little curt, if only out of embarrassment, a hint of curiosity in his gaze as he takes in stranger’s appearance.

It was pretty hard to maintain a straight face at that question. This island had a lot of humans with odd appearances, both in the project and for locals. Only the lack of a nose and her gem were outright indicators of her true species.

Of course, a human who was capable of changing color and mass was not an everyday occurrence. No shame in asking about that, “Do not worry, It’s a fair question to ask. I’m not human, as you guessed, but I’d like to hear more about this ‘wild, green man’ you had a run in with.”

      “So where you from then? Not Earth, obviously. Parallel dimension?” 

  He was hardly anyone’s first choice for conversation. Tall, muscular, a gaze that could kill, the scent of stale cigarettes and bad decisions coming off him in waves. Adults on the street went out of their way to avoid him, and fellow students kept their heads low when he passed, the same as they always had. And yet… here comes a kid, maybe a first year, backpack weighing him down and awkwardly asking for directions to the resident school. Turquoise eyes seemed to pierce right through him as Kujo looked his way, hands in his pockets and eyes narrowed a fraction.

  …But hostility was far from his intention. Turning to face the boy directly, he regarded him with the slight tilt of his head. Reminded him of when he was younger, albeit a lot more sociable. And when it came to people younger than him, it wouldn’t be wrong to say he was a little soft at heart. Although his expression remained harsh as ever, his words were a quiet monotone, decorated with a Japanese accent and not much more.

  “ …Yeah. That’s where I’m going, too. ” Well, it wasn’t, actually. But given the fact the streets were pretty hellish, and he didn’t know if this kid’s parents had been brought along… he was sticking around. Call him overprotective, sure; he just knew the world he was in too well. Glancing toward the other side of the street, he adjusted his cap with a short huff through his nose. “ You can walk with me. If you want. I’m pretty bad at remembering things, so having someone else helps.  ”

      Having recently been subjected to his fair share of intimidating stares, Miles is happy to say he at least manages not to swallow visibly as the other focuses on hm properly. Instead he manages a slight, somewhat crooked grin, rocking on his heels and nodding.            “Cool, cool,” he says, somewhat distractedly, trying to place the accent and finding himself unable to. He remembers a second later that the other probably doesn’t have to go out of his way like this (even if they were headed the same way, he wasn’t obliged) and gives another quiet, nervous chuckle. “...hey, thanks man.”           It’s a little stilted and a lot awkward, but fully earnest, and Miles moves to walk beside him, peering up at him curiously. He can’t help but wonder what grade this guy’s in. No way he’s anything like a Freshman.

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     

childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ miles ] is the good influence  /  [ miles ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     

childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     

siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ miles ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.    

      He hadn’t really thought about the holiday. Or at least, he’d been trying not to think about it. Thinking about it meant thinking about the fact that he’d be celebrating it alone, if he did at all. It meant thinking about how he wouldn’t have presents to open– or to give. It meant thinking about how he wouldn’t wake up to his dad singing along to whatever tacky song was on the radio, or his mom’s special Christmas breakfast.           All of those things he’s been steadfastly not thinking about come flooding in as he sees the gift sitting on his desk. 

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