𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐰!
➥ in which your friendly neighborhood spider-man is closer to you than you think.
「 "𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩."
"𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝."」
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𝙠𝙖𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙝...
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"I swear you took the last candy!"
"Stop blaming it on me!" Imelda huffs. "If you think it's me, you're dead wrong!"
You scoff. "Oh, who else could it be? The boogieman? My tooth fairy because she doesn't want me getting any cavities?" Slamming the cabinet shut, you turn to face your roommate. "Just admit it! You took the last candy!"
"You're so accusatory!"
"And you're a filthy liar—"
"Fine, I took it! Are you happy?!" Imelda shouts as she stomps her foot, her face growing red.
"Yes! I just wish you'd ask before taking things I bought," you reply with an exasperated sigh. This was a daily occurrence: Petty arguments with Imelda about her taking your stuff, or even her refusal to help out with chores around the dorm. Talk about tiresome.
Her arms cross over her chest, brown eyes narrowing at you. "I didn't know you'd be so mad about that! It's just a small chocolate!"
"A chocolate I got with my money," you grumble, walking over to the dining table where your purse sat. It was time to refill your snacks; the only difference would be that you're hiding them somewhere safe from now on.
"Fuck. You." Imelda rushes out of the front door, slamming it closed behind her. How kind of her! Truly courteous.
"And there she goes." Another sigh leaves your lips. Maybe it was time to get a new roommate. Maybe you'd only wash your dishes and clean your side of the dorm. Maybe you'd make her regret taking advantage of you.
Pulling a wallet out of the purse, you stuff it into your pocket. Not a minute passes before someone comes knocking on the door.
When would you be able to get peace around here?
"Coming!" You call out, scurrying to the door. Did Imelda forget something? Knowing her, it was likely.
You open the door, and... who the hell is that? A man, adorning a suit and tie, stares down at his clipboard with a pen in hand.
