( He's in the penthouse, not exactly getting ready for bed, but not exactly looking to go out either. Not tonight anyways. He's looking over something on his laptop there, remnants of greasepaint fading some across his eyes. That's when he catches sight of somethingβ of someone there outside the windows... the windows that are quite high up and no one should be on. The last time he'd seen anyone outside these windows, they could fly, but they're not here anymore. Hasn't been for a number of months now.
But this isn't them β though some part of him wishes it was. This is someone he doesn't know, someone he can't claim to have seen around even with his lack of socialization skills, and with being where they are and this being his tower, he doesn't like being caught off guard like this. Especially in his own home.
Staring, he slowly closes the laptop with a hand, waits for the soft click to come from it, before he's rising to stand more upright and he's staring still to the sight before him across the room. )
The name's Spider-Man! 'Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man', alternatively.
[He just. Sticks there. With the small pet carrier hanging in one hand, the other palm is firmly stuck to the window along with his knees and tippy toes. It's a weird sight, sure, but when you name yourself after animals and bugs for a living, you just gotta roll with the punches.]
... This isn't your raccoon, is it?
I know people here can get some pretty interesting pets along the way...
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But this isn't them β though some part of him wishes it was. This is someone he doesn't know, someone he can't claim to have seen around even with his lack of socialization skills, and with being where they are and this being his tower, he doesn't like being caught off guard like this. Especially in his own home.
Staring, he slowly closes the laptop with a hand, waits for the soft click to come from it, before he's rising to stand more upright and he's staring still to the sight before him across the room. )
Who are you?
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[He just. Sticks there. With the small pet carrier hanging in one hand, the other palm is firmly stuck to the window along with his knees and tippy toes. It's a weird sight, sure, but when you name yourself after animals and bugs for a living, you just gotta roll with the punches.]
... This isn't your raccoon, is it?
I know people here can get some pretty interesting pets along the way...