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oh,    'big boy',    eh?    that's a new one.    ( ... )    'm hobie,    love.    'the'    mj?    wot's that entail?

@websriot ⠀ ⠀              yeah,  no wonder,    —‘m not british at all.   as ‘pposed to,   ahm—      never caught your name,  did i,  big boy?      ‘nd ya’ already know who i am..  i mean,    happened to me more than once, for sure.     but,   y’know,   bein’     /the/   mj ‘n all,    gotta get used to ‘em. 

ain't cared t'    look.    ( ... )    kidding.    yeah,    to both.    he's a lot more british'n you,    too.

no one else.   ever.  

⤷      ❲   SPIDER—MAN   ❳   &    ❲ @ogredhed  ❳      ᴾᴬᴺᴱᴸ   ¹   ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ         ❛        oooo,  i love him.   you know i hate having you over when i’m sick┈─      (…)      oh,   my head is absolutely killing me.  i think i have the flu,  i keep throwing up.   looks like spider—man is out of commission,  are you gonna suit up for me,   em?   keep the city safe on my behalf?       ❜
            

@chronicFEATS ⠀ ⠀              better yet,    —tried to hide it.     big,  strong,   macho man—isms ‘n all.   nothing escapes mj though, does it?   not when it comes to you,   tiger.    how are ya’,  huh?      big ol’ babe. 

harry told you i was sick?

@SPDR-MAN ⠀ ⠀              winny!  winster!   hi—ya!    ‘t’s a party,  fool!   i practically own the place.   this not your scene or..    ?

@ogredhed,             not that you didn’t look great in the other ones.  i wouldn’t know     ..   just got here,  actually.  can this ‘peeping kitty’ get some help?  as in,  i need somewhere to hide.  just for a bit.    [they slide into the room,  moving until they’re just spaces apart from the other.  head tilting up,  meeting with mj.]      i’ll be good,  to keep peter from getting on you for keeping a burglar safe.  which you’ll do,   rightt?

@clawnmark ⠀ ⠀              seems everything looks on yours truly,    don’t it?     what’s got you perched up on my window, huh?    peeping kitty. 

yeah but like,  which spider is it?

@rinoasletter ⠀ ⠀              ‘ve got a long list of admirers in the big,  big city,    brown eyes.   

@ogredhed,        i’m definitely not.    [and it feels like they’re back in high—school.  harry,  as awkward as he was,   he at least grew out of it by now.   though the only thing they were missing was peter,   to wherever he might have carried his whims off to.]    i’m sure your styles changed by now.   is flaming,  hot neon orange still your signature?    [a slight jab to her,   earnest and yet bore no harm.]    go ahead,   i’ll wait by the chairs.  i need to look over a few things anyways.   i’ll be on my tablet,   yell at me when you’re finished.    [eyes narrow,  releasing their arms from one another until he’s off to grabbing his own fair share of things to make the possible experience easier.   of course,   no offence to his companion who seemed more than eager to show him what she’s brought.]

@oscorpt ⠀ ⠀              you might surprise yourself.    i mean,     you’re no em—jay,   that’s for sure.  but then again,      /no one is/.       [a pause between steps, she misses a beat. a rhythm. then almost chuckles to herself in echoing throughout osborn property,]     it sounds stupid,       —   you don’t give yourself enough credit where it counts.    you know me plenty,   don’t ya?   i think you’ll have a feel of what i’ll like the best.     [not as alert as he is,   then again why would she be,   it’s less than minutes before mj’s hurried state,  covered mostly by a mountain of thrifted goods,  conquers the next floor.]     give me twenty and your precious eyes,   ‘kay?    make me proud!

@ogredhed,              [a crack of a smile.   at least amused by her antics,  as they follow in foot alongside one another.   the man making sure they would go up the stairs without much of a worry to being stopped.   at least,   by anybody who might have needed osborn.  though surely someone else could handle it for the time being.]    oh,   i’m sure,    but the prospect of me being able to help you with fashion——     /the horror/.   are you sure i’m the right choice?   

if we make it out to be,  then yeah,  it does.

@knightwlkr ⠀ ⠀              we’re already the point of taking our clothes off,   if it counts for something. 

woah,  keep talking to me like that & i’ll fall in love.

getting to replies soon too. i was setting her up heehee