when he jumps, he lets out a startled, slightly strangled yell because one, his spider-sense hadn't alerted him to anyone approaching him (and why would it? madam lutece isn't a threat) and two, well — mostly that first one. he'd been eyeing one of the games speculatively — the one with the milk bottles, because after something fast approaching a year in this place, those fuzzy little toys don't half look cute. ]
Gyah! [ then is the answer that madam lutece first gets, punctuated by him swinging round towards her. ] N— yes. [ beat. ] Regular ol' prize-winner, that's me.
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when he jumps, he lets out a startled, slightly strangled yell because one, his spider-sense hadn't alerted him to anyone approaching him (and why would it? madam lutece isn't a threat) and two, well — mostly that first one. he'd been eyeing one of the games speculatively — the one with the milk bottles, because after something fast approaching a year in this place, those fuzzy little toys don't half look cute. ]
Gyah! [ then is the answer that madam lutece first gets, punctuated by him swinging round towards her. ] N— yes. [ beat. ] Regular ol' prize-winner, that's me.