[He jumps and she flinches, and of course he'll notice. It's nothing to do with him and everything to do with this place, but still: she flinches ever so slightly, before he speaks and she can silently scold herself for that weakness.]
Theoretically, in any case. Do you need help?
[She strides forward, standing next to him, sweeping away that moment as she nudges him to the side and takes the baseball.]
Practically, too. [ semi-grumbled, in the sort of way that anyone who's used to not being taken 100% seriously might, and in the sort of way that implies he's not being 100% serious about it either. ] You don't spend a lifetime supporting the Mets without knowing how to handle a baseball bat. [ that's a total lie: peter's fine at baseball by sheer virtue of his spider-reflexes and abilities. it'd be a truer statement, in all senses, if he, too, was (still) as terrible at baseball as the mets.
he doesn't put up any degree of resistance though when she takes the bat from him and pushes him to the side. ] And I got my start in entertainment. This is practically my second— oh, no, actually I'm not going to continue that thought. I'd have to start wearing purple and carrying a bow.
[He chatters on, and there's something soothing about it. Much like Midge (and her heart twists just a little at the thought), it's a stream of consciousness that demands absolutely no answer or energy from her. Just chatter, filling the evening air, a welcome counterpoint to the noises of the spirits.]
Do I want to know? About whomever it is you know that goes around with a bow.
[She isn't, surprisingly, all that bad at the game. She's got decent eye-hand coordination, and it's not as if these are that difficult. Besides: the spirit seems eager to give out prizes regardless. Within a few rounds she's gotten him a sort of mutated teddy bear, complete with some questionably realistic teeth. Yay?]
[ he shoots her a glance at the question and beneath the mask the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile punctuated by a short, sudden laugh. ] God, no.
[ he waits patiently though as she plays the game, a little impressed by how well she does, given everything. the bear is — well, it's something. peter's not sure if he loves it or hates it, but he does poke at the teeth. he's not sure if he wants to know if they're real, and if they are real, what they came from. ] —Maybe the tooth fairy does exist.
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Theoretically, in any case. Do you need help?
[She strides forward, standing next to him, sweeping away that moment as she nudges him to the side and takes the baseball.]
Knock the bottles down, I suppose. Yes?
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he doesn't put up any degree of resistance though when she takes the bat from him and pushes him to the side. ] And I got my start in entertainment. This is practically my second— oh, no, actually I'm not going to continue that thought. I'd have to start wearing purple and carrying a bow.
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Do I want to know? About whomever it is you know that goes around with a bow.
[She isn't, surprisingly, all that bad at the game. She's got decent eye-hand coordination, and it's not as if these are that difficult. Besides: the spirit seems eager to give out prizes regardless. Within a few rounds she's gotten him a sort of mutated teddy bear, complete with some questionably realistic teeth. Yay?]
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[ he waits patiently though as she plays the game, a little impressed by how well she does, given everything. the bear is — well, it's something. peter's not sure if he loves it or hates it, but he does poke at the teeth. he's not sure if he wants to know if they're real, and if they are real, what they came from. ] —Maybe the tooth fairy does exist.