(it's very, very weird to be openly peter parker and spiderman. in a way, it's freeing in ways he can't begin to explain. he doesn't have to lie, for one - he's nor skilled or happy when he has to do it. it's also strange that he can just do this, show up by a window and it's fine. it's alright. in a way, it's expected.
he can see, however, that matt is sweaty, as if he had been fighting, although there's not a single soul in the room... nor is there a lot of stuff. maybe he needs to do something about this, too.
the mask comes off, peter shaking his head to put his hair in some place to no avail, before sitting by the windowsill.)
I'm fine! I was swinging by, so I thought I'd come. You were training? I can sparr with you if you want.
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he can see, however, that matt is sweaty, as if he had been fighting, although there's not a single soul in the room... nor is there a lot of stuff. maybe he needs to do something about this, too.
the mask comes off, peter shaking his head to put his hair in some place to no avail, before sitting by the windowsill.)
I'm fine! I was swinging by, so I thought I'd come. You were training? I can sparr with you if you want.
(spiderman, remember?)