[ Peter got roped into Matt's mess. Felicia got roped into Peter's mess from taking over Matt's mess. It was one big circle of chocolatey mess, apparently? It was enough to warrant a high-alert, enough to garner too much attention from costumes and badges alike. Felicia wanted to yell, to curse out a giant dragon without restraint. She's forward – raising her fist in the air and jaw dropping. Before Peter starts laughing. Starts losing it in the most subtle way possible. She gives him a concerned glance at first, knowing that her street cred wasn't the only thing being lost at the moment too. ]
Sounds like you need decaf.
[ And to go to sleep after this. Felicia closes the distance between them, even if they have a little bit of an audience by now and gives him one of those lingering gestures – a pat against his bicep to calm her own annoyances down. He had no clue... she had no clue... made sense that their luck combines was some Captain Planet-level misfortune.
She lets her nails drag down the texture of his costume's arm, indicating that it was fine. She got him in debt to her, so not all bad! And... heh, that necklace tucked away between the best cleavage New York had to offer? Don't forget that. They can address that later.
For now, they have the one final piece of their follow-up – until Peter mentions that damn mobile. She'd hate to admit it, but it had its charm at times. Maybe, someday, there will be a rare occurrence when bringing that baby out would yield him massive swag points. Not tonight, though. But – what the hell. ]
You just don't want the battery to go dead. [ Teasing, she'll be waiting by the mobile while he deals with the fallout. She walks backwards, her eyes on him and even after all this, she smirks that confident little grin of hers. Not the only thing with mileage, she wants to quip back to him but... that's pretty forward for the first coffee date. ] Hurry up, I need a cat nap after this too.
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Sounds like you need decaf.
[ And to go to sleep after this. Felicia closes the distance between them, even if they have a little bit of an audience by now and gives him one of those lingering gestures – a pat against his bicep to calm her own annoyances down. He had no clue... she had no clue... made sense that their luck combines was some Captain Planet-level misfortune.
She lets her nails drag down the texture of his costume's arm, indicating that it was fine. She got him in debt to her, so not all bad! And... heh, that necklace tucked away between the best cleavage New York had to offer? Don't forget that. They can address that later.
For now, they have the one final piece of their follow-up – until Peter mentions that damn mobile. She'd hate to admit it, but it had its charm at times. Maybe, someday, there will be a rare occurrence when bringing that baby out would yield him massive swag points. Not tonight, though. But – what the hell. ]
You just don't want the battery to go dead. [ Teasing, she'll be waiting by the mobile while he deals with the fallout. She walks backwards, her eyes on him and even after all this, she smirks that confident little grin of hers. Not the only thing with mileage, she wants to quip back to him but... that's pretty forward for the first coffee date. ] Hurry up, I need a cat nap after this too.