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Peter Parker (arachnophile_) wrote in makebelievelog,

Peter stepped back a little until he could lean against one of the desks at the front of the hall, letting his rucksack slide down his shoulder to land beside him with a faint ‘thump’. He’d learnt recently to try and hold back on the whole science thing – last time he’d got too clever with his own abilites he’d accidentally shown a bloke how to turn himself into a huge half-Lizard dude. Which hadn’t been cool. At all. So he’d taken a step back since then and kept himself entertained with the less dangerous pastime of climbing skyscrapers and annoying petty criminals. It was a hobby that had transferred quite easily into his new life here.

He watched carefully, half listening to Anakin and half letting himself work out the connections, until the older man came to the end. Peter flushed a little, his ears taking in more than their fair share of blood to become a rather impressive shade of magenta. But he didn’t say anything, preferring to shrug and stick his hands into the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, for a moment managing to look every inch the petulant teenager.

“Sure.” he agreed, deciding not to add ‘but what if she moved seats?’ Save the snarky comments for the night job.

“But what’s the point?” He asked. “Surely people can just… tell if it’s going to work or not?” That was how it was for him most of the time, anyway. There was a fair amount of maths and stuff involved when he made his gadgets, but there was also a hell of a lot of trial and error. That was why there was a head-shaped dent in his bedroom floorboards back home.