'Peace, fellow New Yorkers.

"Yeah. . . You are literally her doppelgänger. And she hasn't been cloned yet, as far as I'm aware. And you claim that you didn't copy her?"

I’m just a simple bystander and encouraging the other me.

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Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

A dramatic exhale, digits swiping along his mask to remove a non-existing drop of sweat. “Good. I was beginning to get worried for a moment.”

That’s a… large pillow.

I think she just needs a Ryan Gosling body pillow.

New York has a couple of wellness centers to keep your feet warm.

You do realize you can just travel, right?

Hello New Yorkers.

eh. Not so sure on that.

Sleeping on the surface of rooftops is not for the weak.

“Like. . . Who, exactly?”

“Anyone could pick up the mask, really. I could easily show you, but I’m not sure if I should.”

“Mhm. As do many things~ But yeah, I do like nerdy stuff.”

“Never lost the charm, I guess.”

Whatever he was expecting from Felicia, it certainly wasn’t that. A certain guilt clouded his mind. His intentions weren’t to release this kind of past events. “Ah. Shit. I’m sorry. . . I shouldn’t have bothered you with it. For what it’s worth, thank you for sharing. If it’s something +

Alright. Tell me about the last bad day you had. Not when you lost a diamond, failed at a heist or something like that. A day when you didn’t feel like you were enough.

That person would actually be more helpful than you.

I don’t know if that’ll do it for me. Head is full, not even a baby Yoda can save that.

Experiencing a terrible day, just for a Duolingo notification to appear has to be the worst thing in existence.

“Doesn’t sound need like a medium to travel through and isn’t space like completely empty. If the sound never arrives at the alien, then it doesn’t really matter if they have super hearing. I think.”

“Yup . . . That’s the name.” He gave a slight awkward nod. “ ‘Guess you never heard of him . . Which is cool~”

“Nobody will hear you.”

Gloved digits reach out to intertwine with her hand. “Spider-Man. All pleasure is mine, Lavenza.”

“Theoretically, there is an infinite number of Spider peeps out there. Good, bad, terrible. Too many for our own good, really.”

I’m 𝙨𝙤 happy for you.

Simp.

“Uh-huh. You just look an awful lot like a pretty famous person.” He’s eyeing himself up and down. Surely his costume is of remarkable quality. “Like you said, normal look. .”

“I’ll add it to the list.” The endless of movies and TV shows he still needs to watch. “. . . Yeah, that must be the one thing I have been missing in my life. Seeing Ryan Gosling wearing glasses.”

“. . . No, but the ship looks cool. Still not sure what Ryan Gosling in glasses has to do with building Lego.”

Blink. Blink. “No, I have not seen Ryan Gosling in glasses. Is that very relevant to the Lego topic?” Let’s not talk about the sequels.

“Of course I have seen the Hail Mary one, that one looks amazing. The bunny not. As for the enterprise, just give me the Millennium Falcon instead.”

There is actually this lego set of a cat. It reminds me a little of you — if you were an actual cat. Black, white. Matches your outfit.

“Good. I wasn’t ready to have another discussion with someone who actually likes them.” Eyes narrowing, a brow raising. Confusion hit him once he took a better look. “Nice. . . Cosplay.”

I’m quite busy actually, but . . . . . I like Lego, what about it?

Blame Felicia.

Uhh —

Are we really heading that way, huh? Such a positive way of saying that the system is broken, but I’m the party pooper, of course.

His webs are utilized to form a hammock. No phone. Just his iPod and a pair of headphones as he rested his shape on top of the silk.

Well, it’s not teeth in general. They just look horrendous on those figures. Pointy. Sharp. Blergh.

She actually stole a labubu.

Yeah, the Labubu company. Ugly things.

You do own some ugly things. . You never actually stole one, right? Please, don’t tell me you stole one. I’d understand a painting, but a labubu!?

Imagine having shares in Pop Mart. Hah.

. . . A-ha. So that’s why you are still pretending that the Labubu’s are anything but ugly.

. . . You have a gold one, don’t you? Or was it diamond? Still ug-ly. You seen the teeth of them?