That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?
straving, but excided!
Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?
*he tilts his head* who’s Wendy?
*Carlos blinks at him* Uh, well, I think she was the daughter of a restaurateur owner or something. He named the chain after her. We can get hamburgers and fries and stuff there.
cool! *he smiles, almost bouncing in place* when can we go?
Right now, if you want. *he smiles*
yes please! *he puts his hands in his pockets*
Okay, let’s go! *he takes them to the car* Do you like cheeseburgers, or just regular hamburgers?
i don’t know.. i’ve never had either *he climbs into the passager seats and buckles himself in*
Ah. Well, we can get both and I’ll eat what you don’t want. Do you like fries?
yeah! *he smiles, bouncing in his seat slightly*
Alrighty, so we’ll get some of those too. What about a drink?
That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?
straving, but excided!
Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?
*he tilts his head* who’s Wendy?
*Carlos blinks at him* Uh, well, I think she was the daughter of a restaurateur owner or something. He named the chain after her. We can get hamburgers and fries and stuff there.
cool! *he smiles, almost bouncing in place* when can we go?
Right now, if you want. *he smiles*
yes please! *he puts his hands in his pockets*
Okay, let’s go! *he takes them to the car* Do you like cheeseburgers, or just regular hamburgers?
i don’t know.. i’ve never had either *he climbs into the passager seats and buckles himself in*
Ah. Well, we can get both and I’ll eat what you don’t want. Do you like fries?
That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?
straving, but excided!
Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?
*he tilts his head* who’s Wendy?
*Carlos blinks at him* Uh, well, I think she was the daughter of a restaurateur owner or something. He named the chain after her. We can get hamburgers and fries and stuff there.
cool! *he smiles, almost bouncing in place* when can we go?
Right now, if you want. *he smiles*
yes please! *he puts his hands in his pockets*
Okay, let’s go! *he takes them to the car* Do you like cheeseburgers, or just regular hamburgers?
That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?
straving, but excided!
Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?
*he tilts his head* who’s Wendy?
*Carlos blinks at him* Uh, well, I think she was the daughter of a restaurateur owner or something. He named the chain after her. We can get hamburgers and fries and stuff there.
cool! *he smiles, almost bouncing in place* when can we go?
That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?
straving, but excided!
Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?
*he tilts his head* who’s Wendy?
*Carlos blinks at him* Uh, well, I think she was the daughter of a restaurateur owner or something. He named the chain after her. We can get hamburgers and fries and stuff there.
“Well hey some of us like bugs and arachnids and others like robots and computers.” Peter fell in the middle. Was a fan of both. “Nothing too special about the suit, most are more interested in the shooters.” he pulled back his sleeve to give a glimpse before rolling it back on to cover it up. “But hey, it’s about time someone took notice to the suit. Do you know how hard it was to sew in all the web patterns?”
Carlos glanced at the shooters, but didn’t get as much of a look at them as he wanted.
“I have no idea, but I think I can guess…” Carlos said, in response to Spider-Man’s question. “Since they stretch all across your suit, you didn’t use an embroidery machine. So they were probably ‘drawn’ by hand, line by line. I’m also wondering about the material – is it like nylon? I mean, it’s form-fitting and I assume it would have to be resistant to friction from the sort of antics you pull… and what are your eye lenses made of?”
“Sorry, but my secrets aren’t so easily spilled. But hey, you sure know about your fabrics. You wouldn’t happen to know how to get punch out of a white shirt would you?” he asked, before sighing out and nodding. “Ah, what the heck? I suppose my fashion tips couldn’t be that bad to spill. It’s a latex based suit, but I’ve add to the material to make it more durable. As for my goggles,” he tapped one of the white eyes lightly, “It’s plastic based.”
“Immediately rinse it with cold water and then spray some oxygen cleaner on it,” Carlos replied. He nodded, listening to Spider-Man as he took in some of the details in the suit and mask. “Huh… that’s very interesting.”
He blinked as something suddenly occurred to him. “Um, I”m sorry – Im’ not keeping you, am I, Mr Spider-Man?” he asked. “If- if you’ve got something to do…”
*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!
Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.
*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos
Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.
*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?
Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?
yeah, this won’t be the first time i’ve left them alone for a little bit
If you’re sure. My camp isn’t too far away – maybe like a fifteen-minute walk or so.
*he smiles and nods, shoving his hands in his pockets* alright..!
Okay. You got your walking shoes on? Do you want to go now?
i only have the one pair of shoes, but yes!
Alright then. Make sure your tent is all closed up.
Carlos noticed that Hancock was getting anxious, but for once he didn’t feel bad about it. That was because there was nothing for Hancock to worry about at all.
“I wanna kiss you,” Carlos blurted out. “Hard. But… my hands and face are dirty. And I don’t wanna stain your coat.” A he started to flush in his face, but he kept his eyes on Hancock.
The longer it took Carlos to say it back, the more his anxiety grew. He tried to push it down, to ignore it and pretend like everything was alright, but the tightness in his chest wouldn’t go away and he was having a hard time even just speaking as it dragged on.
“I uh–– do you…. wanna go clean up?” He asked hesitantly, not particularly fond of the idea of letting Carlos go right now, afraid he might just run.
Carlos finally looked away to glance around. He spotted a clean(ish) cloth on his workbench and nodded to it. “Hand that over here so I can at least wipe off.”
Carlos’ heart was pounding. He wanted to grab Hancock and kiss the life out of him, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment by smearing grease and oil everywhere.
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