And from what I remember, it wasn't always just the memory.
[ Why is he saying this? He knows Felicia's gonna eat that one up, then they're gonna do the same dance they always do until circumstances suddenly necessitate their separation. But maybe there's always just a chance, the hope that for once, something can change... and permanently. And sure, that's a lot of hope invested in a vague pass he just gave, but Peter knows it's all symptomatic of a want. It's really just a matter of calling it what it is.
But he supposes it's his turn to say it to himself, and not to Felicia. "Old habits die hard." ]
Blind dates, huh? The only other occasion in which secret identities are socially acceptable.
[ Well, there's probably more venues than that. Like Omegle.
But the silliness can't continue, because there's some interference on the other side of the sliding doors. He paces towards it, appraising the space where both doors meet. For said doors, he readies the same old spider-strength treatment that he gave the elevator, then sinks his fingers into the slit before spreading it wide open. ]
For some reason, I felt dirty doing that.
[ Not the best thing to say when, upon opening the sliding doors, an entourage of Hand ninjas stand in wait. They heard that too, but don't seem to care much. All are posed for battle, anyway, with blades of all varieties at the ready in each of their hands. In the split second before all leap towards the two intruders, Peter and Felicia can at least see that several more are manning a large drill in an attempt to bore it through the glass containing the egg. ]
Egg! There's the egg!
[ Peter's pointing to it with one hand while he catches a shuriken meant for Felicia with the other. He's too nice to throw it back at a ninja before the dude can catch it (and thus, stabbing him), so Peter drops it on the floor and just springs forward to knock that ninja out in a single punch.
The others will try not to go down as easy. ]
You sure weren't the star of this show, now were you?
Because, y'know. [ He manages to find the time to glance at Felicia to gauge her reaction... if anything. ] Throwing star?
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[ Why is he saying this? He knows Felicia's gonna eat that one up, then they're gonna do the same dance they always do until circumstances suddenly necessitate their separation. But maybe there's always just a chance, the hope that for once, something can change... and permanently. And sure, that's a lot of hope invested in a vague pass he just gave, but Peter knows it's all symptomatic of a want. It's really just a matter of calling it what it is.
But he supposes it's his turn to say it to himself, and not to Felicia. "Old habits die hard." ]
Blind dates, huh? The only other occasion in which secret identities are socially acceptable.
[ Well, there's probably more venues than that. Like Omegle.
But the silliness can't continue, because there's some interference on the other side of the sliding doors. He paces towards it, appraising the space where both doors meet. For said doors, he readies the same old spider-strength treatment that he gave the elevator, then sinks his fingers into the slit before spreading it wide open. ]
For some reason, I felt dirty doing that.
[ Not the best thing to say when, upon opening the sliding doors, an entourage of Hand ninjas stand in wait. They heard that too, but don't seem to care much. All are posed for battle, anyway, with blades of all varieties at the ready in each of their hands. In the split second before all leap towards the two intruders, Peter and Felicia can at least see that several more are manning a large drill in an attempt to bore it through the glass containing the egg. ]
Egg! There's the egg!
[ Peter's pointing to it with one hand while he catches a shuriken meant for Felicia with the other. He's too nice to throw it back at a ninja before the dude can catch it (and thus, stabbing him), so Peter drops it on the floor and just springs forward to knock that ninja out in a single punch.
The others will try not to go down as easy. ]
You sure weren't the star of this show, now were you?
Because, y'know. [ He manages to find the time to glance at Felicia to gauge her reaction... if anything. ] Throwing star?