[ he doesn't need spidey senses to understand sarcasm, but part of him definitely wishes it was true. call it an ego thing. it's cute when his friends are secretly fans of him, okay... ]
Mm, yep. Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm sure you'd be better suited for spandex than I ever was.
[ Pete doesn't try to think about that, because then visuals would start appearing in his mind and he would be a whole lot less comfortable sitting next to her. so he doesn't. he's going to enjoy chomping at that teriyaki chicken instead. ]
[Kate laughs, readjusting her brand new Spidey hat. Don't worry, Peter, she's definitely got some merch, but having your friend's face on your butt just feels like a step too far.]
[ referencing "spider muscles" is enough for him to open his mouth halfway, revealing the kabob skewer still clenched between his teeth. he's looking between her and his biceps and down to his stomach before back to her, eyes squinting in a scrutinizing manner. ]
[ when she counters his supposedly judgmental look with an equally judgmental look, he is quick to pull the skewer out of his mouth and wave it at her defensively. ]
No! No, I do not know what you mean! Spider muscles are dangerously ambiguous and not at all enlightening in the slightest. Also, even if it's totally my fault for adding spider before everything I ever say ever, not one of my muscles belong on a spider's body!
[ is it obvious that he's flustered when they start talking about his body? even after all of the years, it's still a Thing. ]
Uhhh, I'm pretty sure that's not how that works? Maybe I was just insinuating that your frame is very... lithe and capable of being aerodynamic. Things that are extremely relevant to being in spandex. For some reason.
[ you know what. he doesn't like you calling him out, Kate. he will take her spider hat back and promptly place it on his head instead. take that. ]
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[ he doesn't need spidey senses to understand sarcasm, but part of him definitely wishes it was true. call it an ego thing. it's cute when his friends are secretly fans of him, okay... ]
Mm, yep. Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm sure you'd be better suited for spandex than I ever was.
[ Pete doesn't try to think about that, because then visuals would start appearing in his mind and he would be a whole lot less comfortable sitting next to her. so he doesn't. he's going to enjoy chomping at that teriyaki chicken instead. ]
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What? You've got all those...
[She gestures vaguely.]
Spider muscles.
[That's definitely the technical term.]
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What... does that even mean.
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You know what I mean! Judgment definitely not appreciated. It's a compliment.
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No! No, I do not know what you mean! Spider muscles are dangerously ambiguous and not at all enlightening in the slightest. Also, even if it's totally my fault for adding spider before everything I ever say ever, not one of my muscles belong on a spider's body!
[ is it obvious that he's flustered when they start talking about his body? even after all of the years, it's still a Thing. ]
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Okay, okay, they're not spider muscles. Do spiders even have muscles? Whatever. I'm saying you look good in the suit, Pete.
[So stop freaking out!]
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[ he promptly breaks his skewer, treating it as if it was his heart. it's dropped into his lap so he can proceed to take another from his box. ]
Well, either way. Thanks for the protein. It'll keep my not-spider muscles refined for you to apparently ogle within my suit.
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[No it wasn't.]
And you know you kind of admitted to ogling me first, right?
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[ you know what. he doesn't like you calling him out, Kate. he will take her spider hat back and promptly place it on his head instead. take that. ]
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Lithe, huh?
[He's digging himself a hole, and Kate is grinning.]
Definitely sounds like oogling. I'd also take "devastatingly attractive".