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Errol Partridge (i_payitgladly) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2016-01-07 14:10:00

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errol partridge, peter parker

The Talk (Peter)
Errol stood in front of the house where Peter Parker lived, frowning slightly. He'd seen the scene played in dozens of novels, but having decided to undertake the task of speaking with Beauty's roommate's boyfriend, found himself daunted.

Steeling himself, he walked up the pathway and knocked on the door. All he would be doing was asking Peter his intentions toward that Megan girl. What could truly be so difficult about that?

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webangst
2016-01-07 08:18 pm UTC (link)

If anything, Peter Parker was resilient. He could handle things most couldn't, having impeccable balance and a sense of justice. Being as young as he was concerned some of the other heros he knew, Stark, Cap...all of them. He knew that was why they had never asked him to join the Avengers, not that it was that big of a deal. But to have to prove himself to the big guys didn't make him any happier. Though he would deal with it like he always did.

At present, loud music was blasting through the closed window and doors. It was cleaning day. He had the day off from work, it seemed appropriate to spend the day cleaning. It helped distract him from Eddie Brock, too. That was a thing in itself.

It was by the luck of the draw that Peter flung the door open to find the cleric standing on the stoop. A wide grin overcame him and he beckoned the other man inside, "Errol!!" Excited to see him, Peter hoped he was coming to visit for a while, as strange as it was. They weren't exactly an ideal match for friends, Errol was a bit stuffy and quiet where Peter was boisterous and active.

"Lemme turn this down," Peter shouted. Pulling out his cell phone, in two swipes of a finger the music died and left them in silence, "What brings you by today?"

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i_payitgladly
2016-01-07 08:31 pm UTC (link)

The music was not of a type that Errol was particularly familiar with or fond of, but that was no surprise. In his limited experience with Megan, she likewise preferred music that was much more... active... than what he usually preferred to listen to, and he had not assumed that Peter would be terribly different. The two did seem like a good match, friendly and open to a degree that made Errol nervous.

He smiled a little, trying for companionable and fearing that he came off as uncomfortable. "Hello, Peter," he said. "I was..." he trailed off. Again, this seemed to come much easier for the characters in books that he'd read. "I was wondering if we could talk," he settled on.

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webangst
2016-01-07 08:35 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, yeah, of course! Come in!" He tugged Errol by the sleeve across the threshold, closed the door behind the cleric with a foot and released the man's garment. "Make yourself at home. Want a Pepsi? Water? A banana?"

He couldn't help but almost bounce into the living room, which was probably the tidiest of the rooms in the house. Peter could almost hear Aunt May scolding him for the disarray of the rest of the house.

Peter settled down in one of the antique chairs, one of the pair is Aunt and Uncle had purchased years before Peter had known them, and settled to wait and see what Errol wanted to talk about.

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i_payitgladly
2016-02-10 04:19 am UTC (link)

"No, thank you." Errol had found that he was not one for soft drinks. They tasted of little more than pure sugar to him, and he had yet to understand how so many in the City drank them constantly.

He looked around the house as he followed behind Peter. The house was... not what he'd expected from the young man. From what little time he'd spent with Peter and Megan, he'd determined that they were of a generation who decorated small apartments with second-hand furniture and brightly-colored decorations gleaned from something called "Pinterest." This looked to be a relic of a previous generation, something that Errol had seen in books. It looked cozy in a different way than Beauty's cottage, but comfortable nonetheless.

He sat gingerly on one of the chairs, posture straight and still. He cleared his throat. He looked at Peter. "So," he said. "You and Megan."

This was much easier when he was reading about it, instead of actually doing it.

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webangst
2016-02-10 04:25 am UTC (link)

At the subject, Peter blinked.

"What about us?" His eyes narrowed some, but out of curiosity. He knew Errol couldn't forget all of the help Peter had provided to Megan when she had been shot, all of the care he had taken for her.

He tilted his head and then smiled, "What about her?" And him... What was this all about?

"Is everything alright?" He was finally beginning to worry. Had Megan said something to Beauty, something bad? She wouldn't have been the first girl to push him aside. Anxious, he sat there and waited.

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