-ˋˏ┈┈┈┈ ꠹𝑖𝑙𝑘 .ᐟ retweeted
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𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥.
𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭.
𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭.
「 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤" 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 」
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i don't bother you?
( blink. careful opening of one crimson eye below the lavender to peer at him. it blinks, once, twice. closes again. )
really? you're usually alone when i find you. and a little grumpy. i thought it was just because of me.
o, claro! she wouldn't have him missing out on another opportunity to celebrate! buuuut that also depends on how fast he can drive, no?
telltale clicks of her heels as she practically runs over towards him and he's only got about one second to dodge the hug coming his way!
↫she heard it was a special someone's birthday today——think he can fit her into his schedule for a drive? ( and a race or two? )
ah—
( truth be told, it's really something v has started referring to him as in the back of her brain, a culmination of her own want and his, she supposes. she shuffles a little, embarrassed. )
. . .mmmmaybe. si está bien. eventualmente.
come from here instead of my wrist, como los otros spider—mans. so i massage from my arms up to my fingertips. it helps, un poquito.
the ache of muscle and bone and skin by smoothing up to her wrist, pressing with her thumb, and over her hand. )
it hurts the most here, for me. ( she points to her fingertips. ) they tol’ me that they are different. como se dice eso en inglés? spinneret eh— pores? my webs
they will always hurt. some days are better than others. ( her shrug is light. even with v dancing along her veins and nerves, it's never truly gone away, has it? ) i massage them, mostly. así. ( she shows him on herself, hand wrapping around forearm, how she soothes
noise. ( v pointed it out happily. in the back of her mind, he's practically cooing at the prospect of a meal. )
curiosity will be my downfall one day. estás bien?
( makes her rounds. one guy left slumped in a chair is pushed off so she could sit across from him. little smile. )
'ta bíen. i didn't come to drink anyway.
what did they do?

















