"I know." he remarked, as he passed by the other, "I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I would have gotten you a doughnut, but you might have had a weird allergy or something, and also I kind of ate it." he drawled on for a moment, taking a good look around his apartment. Oh, this was so much nicer than his place. So clean, and fresh and studious. He smiled, and helped himself to a seat.
"This is actually a pretty sweet pad, Googie." he smiled, kicking his feet a bit in his chair, somewhat like any typical, bored adolescent would do. Which he ultimately was, of course. Despite the horrid mouth and the sexual innuendoes, 4chan really was less than nine years old himself, with little comprehension on how to behave when in someone else's space. "Could use some color, but it's not bad." Maybe he'd get Peter a poster of some sort for the next gift-giving holiday, whenever that was. Valentines Day? That would be perfect, he thought. Something racy, and voluptuous, and colorful. He looked around at the books, the majority of which looked uninteresting, lacking any pictures on the front. Pictures were important to 4chan. Not particularly because his reading comprehension was bad, but because he collected images, at least in the mental sense. If it didn't have pictures, it wasn't worth looking at.
His vision rounded onto the computer, and he blinked, curiously. "So, what are you doing?"