Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
(he knows how quentin is, so it doesn't bother him at all that he just serves himself, it's almost expected that he would, so he just pushes the bowl towards him as he sighs in satisfaction at the taste of the chili. pretty good. little too seasoned, but overall, very nice.)
Well, plan is to rest and get my braincells back in place, because I think the power in my brain went off. Wanna hang?
That sucks, man. I can't turn off the sixth sense we get, so I can only imagine what you feel.
(imagine being a telepath. sounds so loud, and to peter, any loud is loud to begin with. he does join soon, though, after getting everything on the center table and also some orange soda.)
Yep. Reason why the three of us are making this super strong coffee, see if that works for us.
Price of greatness, little buddy. Price of greatness.
[Quentin makes an acknowledging "hmm" noise. If there aren't any other seats available, he'll scoot over to make room for Peter he guesses, but otherwise? He's sitting right in the middle and taking up as much space as is physically possible.]
Hey, have you ever thought about hanging an anvil or something over your heads? Bet that'd keep you awake.
(he's used to quentin, so it does not surprise him, nor does it bother him. if he doesn't like it, he can eat on the ceiling, although... can quentin fly or something like that? unsure.
completely fine, though.)
What?! No-- Dude, how are we gonna work like that? Hey, unrelated, but do you fly or something like that? Wanda flies, she's kinda a telepath too, right?
[If there's one thing Quentin can appreciate, it's someone who lets him be as rude as he wants. Really, everyone else should take notes from Petey here.
Except not at all because he just compared Quentin Quire to Wanda Maximoff. He gives Spidey the stankiest of all stank faces.]
"Kinda a telepath"? For the sake of our friendship I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that.
[Quentin wrinkles his nose in disgust and rolls his eyes before he deigns to answer the actual question.]
And yes, I can fly. With telekinesis, though. Not telepathy. Still psionic, different application.
[Wow, no, who said you get to invade Quentin's personal bubble? Rudeness is only allowed in one direction, thanks very much. He bristles and moves his shoulder out of Peter-chin range, though he is fond enough of the little shit to not make any snide remarks about it. You're welcome.]
You do realize flying isn't the same thing as having a body that's adapted to inversion, right? I told you, I don't do any of your freaky wall-crawling spider shit. Increased intracranial pressure and telepathy? Not a great combination.
[He leans back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head. The bowl of chili, meanwhile, floats effortlessly in front of him, held up by the faint glow of telekinesis.]
Anyway, Wanda is a hex witch. Completely different. Plus she depowered like... a million mutants because she had a bad day. Comparing her to me is basically a hate crime.
(he's trying to be adorable, quentin, you could at least call him as it is, but he's giving out a soft, fond chuckle at the extreme reaction.)
You're definitely missing out, though. It's great for pacing, you just don't stop, keep going up, and then horizontal, then down, just great for thinking and all.
(he's at least used to that, although he never quits trying to run his fingers through the glow. it's very cool, excuse him.)
... Forreal? But she-- well, ours seems nice. I saw her at Mister Stark's funeral, ours doesn't seem... Crazy, or anything like that. What's a hex witch?
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Well, plan is to rest and get my braincells back in place, because I think the power in my brain went off. Wanna hang?
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[Quentin taps his temple and accepts the bowl with a small "thanks" gesture.]
My brain never turns off. Gotta keep feeding the bastard, though. High glucose diet.
[He plops himself down on the comfiest-looking sofa and starts eating. So guess that answers Peter's question.]
Hey, you got any kind of... I dunno, spooky Spider-metabolism thing going on? I've never thought to ask.
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(imagine being a telepath. sounds so loud, and to peter, any loud is loud to begin with. he does join soon, though, after getting everything on the center table and also some orange soda.)
Yep. Reason why the three of us are making this super strong coffee, see if that works for us.
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[Quentin makes an acknowledging "hmm" noise. If there aren't any other seats available, he'll scoot over to make room for Peter he guesses, but otherwise? He's sitting right in the middle and taking up as much space as is physically possible.]
Hey, have you ever thought about hanging an anvil or something over your heads? Bet that'd keep you awake.
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completely fine, though.)
What?! No-- Dude, how are we gonna work like that? Hey, unrelated, but do you fly or something like that? Wanda flies, she's kinda a telepath too, right?
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Except not at all because he just compared Quentin Quire to Wanda Maximoff. He gives Spidey the stankiest of all stank faces.]
"Kinda a telepath"? For the sake of our friendship I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that.
[Quentin wrinkles his nose in disgust and rolls his eyes before he deigns to answer the actual question.]
And yes, I can fly. With telekinesis, though. Not telepathy. Still psionic, different application.
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Come on, man, don't be so mad. Remember, it's not like I attend the Avengers end-of-the-year parties, I just know what I know, ok?
(and it's all so different, anyway!!!)
Oh, then you can hang with me on the ceiling. It's pretty cool to be upside down. Our best hangs are up there - Peter lives here, too, and Gwen.
(SOMETHING SOMETHING MOVING TOO FAST WITH YOUR GIRL SOMETHING SOMETHING...)
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You do realize flying isn't the same thing as having a body that's adapted to inversion, right? I told you, I don't do any of your freaky wall-crawling spider shit. Increased intracranial pressure and telepathy? Not a great combination.
[He leans back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head. The bowl of chili, meanwhile, floats effortlessly in front of him, held up by the faint glow of telekinesis.]
Anyway, Wanda is a hex witch. Completely different. Plus she depowered like... a million mutants because she had a bad day. Comparing her to me is basically a hate crime.
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You're definitely missing out, though. It's great for pacing, you just don't stop, keep going up, and then horizontal, then down, just great for thinking and all.
(he's at least used to that, although he never quits trying to run his fingers through the glow. it's very cool, excuse him.)
... Forreal? But she-- well, ours seems nice. I saw her at Mister Stark's funeral, ours doesn't seem... Crazy, or anything like that. What's a hex witch?